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A Mother's Son!

He knew not how to respond,
The wait had made him unsure.
The reality could be distorted,
But he was convinced.

Slapped, beaten was he;
But the tears had him strong.
Nobody could con the truth in his eyes.
No love was free.

The only thing his was the fumbling.
His melancholy rippling over that piano.
Never thought it struck her heart too.
Bull’s eye was it?

Still unconvinced, he walked towards her.
Too good to be true.
A Dream with sun shining on his head.
But, a mother knows her child.

The disbelief gleaning in his eyes,
Set to break the hypocrisy of it.
But hers had waited so long.
She just couldn't fail him. Again.

“Oh My Dear, come to your mother.
Sorry for the wait so long.
Devils had me chained.”
The deliberate attempt she made.

“Shackled your mother had been away.
But now she's free.
Unfettered, to never leave again.
To take you home", promised she.

And no longer orphan he was!





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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:
DELIBERATE:  slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

Also, for WriteOnEdge challenge to use 'ORPHAN' and the image above.

Comments

  1. Wow. That's a really interesting response to the prompt. Thanks so much for linking up with this. A mother chained by her devils. I think some of us can definitely relate.

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  2. 'Nobody could con the truth in his eyes.' - I love this phrase LM x

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    1. Thanks Lynda for reading ... I love this phrase too :P

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  3. Oh, I'm glad she shed her demons and came back for him!

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  4. What a unique take. Great job with the prompt (:

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  5. Great form and poetry to this, and the subject matter so moving. You've a real talent for a telling phrase.

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    1. Thanks Thomas for such kind comment ! So glad you liked it :)

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  6. I absolutely love this. Such a beautiful piece.

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  7. Love the ending! This is such a great piece of writing!

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    1. And you are too kind ... Glad you liked it Valerie :)

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  8. I hope, so much, that the mother is able to keep the demons at bay; there is such hope at the end of this piece.

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  9. Yes, she has her minds fixated to take the child with her no matter how much time he takes to overcome all the hypocrises that he sees through his eyes ... So, she is in no case going to give up on him now ! And never !
    Thanks Angela for reading :)

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