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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: August 1, 2021      Views: 47

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BethShelby is retired from the printing and commercial art field. She is married and has four children and three grandchildren. She and her husband presently live in Tennessee.

Painting, photography, and writing are her passion. She has ha - more...

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This work has reached the exceptional level
Do all women turn into their mothers?
"Mommy, Dearest" by BethShelby
Reflections in the glass
confirm my fears.
Day after day
I watch myself becoming you.
I speak, but hear your voice.
You have returned …
to claim what’s left of me.
You granted me the right to live,
when I was still a part of you.
I thought one day
you’d set me free,
but I was wrong.
Even though blood
has ceased to course
throughout your veins,
you reach out
from that land beyond
and stamp your mark
upon my head.
Still, I suppose,
there are worse fates.
The bloodline isn’t so tainted,
that I should cringe
to share it.

I’ve heard it said,
“We all become our mothers.”
Is that a form of punishment,
or just a mother’s way
of grasping

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Author Notes
I mean no disrespect to my Mother. I loved her dearly. She was a good person. I would be blessed ro be more like her. But somehow, we always assume we will be different
I wrote this once when I was in odd state of mind.
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