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One Good Turn Deserves a Mother

One Good Turn Deserves a Mother

O what rash and bloody deed is this!
— Hamlet, Act III, Scene IV

You gave me birth, and all I did was cry.
You were my nurse, and I just sucked you dry.
I grew your girth, and all you did was sigh.
I was your worst, and you just smiled by.
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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Incidental Poetry


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Incidental poetry — Part i


As I sit before a computer screen sipping
cups of coffee looking up gardening tips
for the coming spring, wondering what to grow
and how many rows apart, counting beans
yet sprung or preserves yet jarred,
my cat switches positions of sleep in a feline curl on the bed                                                                      whisker-twitched and flicks of tail with dreams aswirl in his head –
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