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Monday, May 11, 2015

For What Binds Us (Mother's Day, 2015)

For what binds us
are not the bonds
of blood and heredity.

It is the mutual
care and interest and love
freely given:

Earth to animal,
animal to human,
human to Earth.

Love is nothing
if not volitional,
and the phone lines
go both ways, Mom.

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  1. Anonymous8:20 AM

    Zinger ending. I like it when it gets personal.

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:04 AM

      Thanks for the compliment, but I can't take the credit for this: this was inspired by the zinger-laced phone call I received yesterday.

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  2. grapeling8:40 AM

    oh man, I love this, and what Angie said. ~

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:04 AM

      Thanks, Grapes. I hope your Sunday was better than mine. :)

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  3. Grace9:00 AM

    The ending was unexpected but you are right, what binds us go more than blood and hereditary ~

    Thanks for participating and wishing you happy week ~

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:59 AM

      Thanks for your kind words. Wishing you a happy week as well.

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  4. Hannah9:15 AM

    I'm sorry...relationships in general can be tough add that extra "bond" and it can get down-right nasty...this I do know.

    Your poem is rich...there're a lot of important truths delivered here, Mosk. Thank you.

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz10:00 AM

      Thanks, Hannah. Yes, I guess familial familiarity breeds contempt.

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  5. Anonymous9:34 AM

    Ooh, I love the ending! I feel the same way a lot of the time.

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz10:00 AM

      Thanks, Opal. Glad / sorry you can relate. :)

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky11:06 AM

    oy, biting closing line. You zinged it home. I love what you say about love being volitional, "earth to animal....human to earth."

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz12:56 PM

      Thanks, love feeds love and so on, or at least, it would in a perfect world.

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  7. Rommy1:02 PM

    That end, oh that end...a perfect closing statement to a well laid out case.

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  8. Debi Swim1:34 PM

    That second stanza is perfect. I have experienced some of the last line with my own mom before - we are doing better now but she is a "it's all about me" personality. Sometimes, people never grow up.

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:26 PM

      Yes, I've spent a long time trying to be the good son. Now, I'm just trying to be me.

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi3:57 PM

    Absolutely lovely..! Loved the last line.. a personal touch is always heart-warming :D
    xoxo

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:26 PM

      Thanks for your encouraging comment.

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  10. Susie Clevenger9:39 PM

    Ah that ending...love it. I say to my family, "The road I drove in on is the same you can take to find me."

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  11. C.C.7:53 AM

    Killer ending. Nothing if not volitional, indeed!

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:27 PM

      Yes, if I could force someone into living me I wouldn't have been single until 39. Thanks.

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  12. De Jackson10:03 AM

    Whew. ZING. Well done.

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:28 PM

      I wasn't trying for the shpritz, I was just inspired.Thanks.

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade4:22 PM

    Yes, you nailed it - in so many ways!

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-Wade4:24 PM

    PS I am reminded of my favourite bumper sticker: 'WRITERS have the last word'. Mwahaha!

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    1. Buddah Moskowitz9:29 PM

      Thanks, and yes, I echo your mwahahaha!

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