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Click hereCome to mama, child
My arms long to console
From the troubles of the world
And the darkness of the soul
Come to mama, child
I know you need my care
I need to be needed
A gift I long to share
Come to mama, child
You'll always have a place
I long to sing and comfort you
And gaze upon your face
Come to mama, child
You hold, in hand, my heart
I need you to long for me
And say we'll never part
Come to mama, child
Do not fight desire
It may not be the 'right' thing
But of you I'll never tire
I noticed what you were not quite saying, the repetition of come to mama was a give away but not fully obvious. the flow of the stanzas is well done.
I'm not sure there ever is a 'right' thing though. The world is too subjective for that. You can never make everyone happy and in the end does any of matter anyway? Hmm... maybe I do need to work on writing happy things.
a beautiful poem, but the may "not be the right thing" troubles me. I have been working very hard at defining the right thing for myself.