<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=432405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Gentle Touch of a Doting Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a figment of one's imagination, <br>Is a life of another lived.<br>Nor can one explain a pain endured.<br>Felt as others take this and theirs, <br>For granted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kept are these wounds to heal, <br>Alone.<br>Sometimes heard, <br>Are those moans and groans to hush.<br>With a wish for them to be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a figment of one's immagination, <br>Is a life of another lived.<br>Nor can one explain a pain endured.<br>Felt as others take this and theirs, <br>For granted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.<br>The ones unfortunate to know what this is.<br>Some dismiss the hugs given with kisses.<br>The ones not missing, <br>The nourishment a providing of this gives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kept are these wounds to heal, <br>Alone.<br>Sometimes heard, <br>Are those moans and groans to hush.<br>With a wish for them to be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a healing of a pain eventually goes, <br>Away.<br>Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.<br>The ones unfortunate to know what this is.<br>And those who are, <br>Fortunate...<br>To know and/or remember, <br>Know memories of 'mama' within them linger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=432405" data-title="A Gentle Touch of a Doting Mother de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="Not a figment of one's imagination, Is a life of another lived. Nor can one explain a pain endured. Felt as others take this and theirs, For granted. Kept are these wounds to heal, Alone. Sometimes heard, Are those moans and groans to hush. W..."></div> </div> </div>

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