- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Too wicked to be loved
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Why do you beat me Mother
Nearly every day?
Am I such a bad girl
Did I hear you say?
You have other children
But to them you're meek and mild
Then it must be true dear Mother
That I'm a very wicked child.
I look at you now Mother
As you grow old and pale.
Those hands that beat me daily
Now are growing frail.
I went through life just wondering
If it could ever be
Did you ever love
The wicked child that's me?
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoFantastic poem. Thank you Tsotha for drawing this to my attention by commenting.
Simple, direct and very moving.
Tsothaabout 10 years agoI think most parents never really understand the impact they have on their children, and how they can gently nudge them toward a certain path without being overbearing. They hold so much power, and it can be easily abused...
My Erotic Trailalmost 17 years agothe hand of a parent measures the amount of love they have for a child in the touch they leave in memory. Thanks for the read!
