My mothers love was crippling to the feel of its non existence. Competing for her affections with multiple others was pointless as I was too low on her totem pole. Her anger for the love her husband showed me was obvious and may have been the reason I became her indentured servant. Now, in her convalescence, shes come to appreciate my love and affection which appears reciprocal. Finally, love is felt in my bones an throughout my heart.
By Felina Silver Robinson
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I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
Here I will share some of my poetry, my opinions along with some of my stories. I hope you enjoy(ed) your visit to poetsareangels.com. If you read and liked what you saw, please hit the LIKE button. Always feel free to leave friendly comments. Please no vulgarity as my teenagers frequent this site. "Happiness is the pathway to a memorable existence." Felina
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