<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yesterday is a Maze.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">History is bunk some one said. <br>History is an interpretation of <br>the past said another. Yesterday <br>is a lost land to Mother. Her half </div><div style="margin:10px 0">blind eyes scan him and she says <br>who are you? He informs her, <br>but she is none the wiser. She just <br>smiles and looks away. Maybe she'll </div><div style="margin:10px 0">remember him another day. <br>Nine months she carried him <br>within her womb. Her first born <br>whom she tended, fed and bred </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and suckled, whom she nearly lost, <br>but saved and thought of in her <br>unclouded days. Dribble hangs <br>about her lips. Her words come </div><div style="margin:10px 0">jumbled as if she pulled them <br>randomly from a box without <br>knowing or looking. Some days <br>they make sense; others, not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years ago she'd talk of art or <br>music or how to behave in a <br>certain way with a ladylike <br>manner in her stance or walk. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now she sits most days in her <br>special chair. Her blue white eyes <br>in vacant stare. But he loves her <br>none the less. Still gives her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the honour due, gazes into <br>her eyes. Thinking that somewhere <br>within or beyond his Mother lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</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=528111" data-title="Yesterday is a Maze. de Terry Collett" data-description="History is bunk some one said. History is an interpretation of the past said another. Yesterday is a lost land to Mother. Her half blind eyes scan him and she says who are you? He informs her, but she is none the wiser. She just smiles and..."></div> </div> </div>

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