Mothers Do

Mothers love their babies
it’s just what Mothers do
Mothers nurse their babies
it isn’t always true

Mothers rub their babies
hands of fire and ice
Mothers raise their babies
she musn’t need be nice

Mothers love
smother love
some other love
some mother not

Mothers hug
hold above
the little lugs
a boiling water pot

Mothers
others
druthers
beat their helpless tots

Mothers
luggards
drunkards
resent the titty suckers
and sometimes feed them not

Mothers shame their babies
and send them off to school
Mothers fuck their babies
it’s just what Mothers do

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Eric

Eric Jennings is a poet, an invocateur, an accidental yogi and he dabbles in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics.

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Eric Jennings

My name is Eric Jennings and this is one of my poetry and writing blogs. I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and most of the work on this site is borne from those experiences.

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