Mother you hurt M before you expired
On a damp day in two thousand thirteen
Thunder and lightening were loosely wired
Hell was above before M met Athene
Every mother is not a good mother
Reason is not incumbent on the right
Yesterdays turn to tomorrows rather
Over many years or a single night
Under a tree the warmth is genuine
Healing the past with a natural now
Under a genetic tie a red line
Running along a string of anyhow
Thank you for all the memories restored
M did not hurt you when the time was scored
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Dedicated to M’s father.
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John Lennon - Mother
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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