poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

To My Mother

I remember, as your baby,
Thinking you the center of everything.
That all knowledge to be known belonged to you alone,
That your mind held libraries, a wit so sharp it could kill.
You were Athena, fierce and proud and knowing,
as unbreakable as steel.
I remember, as your little one,
the first time I saw you cry.
Not the leaked tears that trickled as you yawned (huh-thumb),
But sobbing, small and shaking, as my father held your shoulders.
Your mother had died. You sat at the kitchen table
and I stood, barefoot, in the hall, watching.
You were no longer unbreakable,
But I still knew you to be strong.
I remember, as your child,
You slapping fried eggs down on that same kitchen table
With a fervor I had not seen in years, saying “Eat.”
I tried to burn, fierce and proud, but I had learned that trick from you,
And you knew how to ignore it.
I ate.
I know you, now,
as a woman who tried her best
with a daughter that snarled and glared and skidded, unsuccessfully,
into high school.
I was a hateful beast that you could not tame,
(And I think, sometimes, that I still am,)
but you tried.
Thank you.
I will not talk to you about this poem.
I am not able to say these things out loud, which is why
I have written them here.
But know that I love you
And that you have made me fierce
and proud.

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