The Blessing from the Curse of Eve
You yell you scold
and to me that’s cold
then you give me a blanket
to try to cover the exploding anger
from you because of me that
I see in retrospect,
but take it away when I disrespect.
With or without it
I feel the love leftover
in which I indulge myself
and survive and stay alive.
Much Love Mom.
This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.
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