At Twenty-Four....
"What do you do? "
At twenty-four, carrying disappointments and defects,
Worrying why I'm not deemed sufficient.
With tear-filled eyes, I questioned my mother.
Her eyes held absolute beauty.
In them, I glimpsed a baby nestled in a secure bubble,
Innocent and smiling at life.
If I can't meet the world's demands,
I'll eternally exist as her child,
Fulfilling her heart.
And I know what I must do....
About the Creator
MR.Marsh
A shining poet who weaves emotions and tales into a few rhymes.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Eye opening
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The story invoked strong personal emotions
Excellent storytelling
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravenabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (15)
Absolutely beautiful
What a beauty
Excellent work & good luck
Nice ideas from you. Thank you!
Absolutely beautiful! Congrats and well done ❤️❤️❤️
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Your writing is very nice you write like this you will be a great writer And I was asked to do a story by going to my vocal ID
Wow! Congratulations on Top Story!
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Excellent poem... Congrats on your Top Story!
Absolutely crushing and such an important part of development and finding one's one way. You write so gracefully. This poem feels instinctive and intensely understanding of this precise age and this precise reckoning. Beautiful piece.
Yes, sometimes being our parents child is the best thing that we can do for them! Loved your poem+
BEST!
A wonderful poem.
Great poem!