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Doshie Mae

C. S. Morrow

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About the Book

Doshie Mae is a collection of poems written over a span of several years, although most of them were written between 2002 and 2006. This is a period during which the author experienced more challenges and personal growth than at any other time in her life. The poems are deeply emotional and express sentiments that we’ve all felt at some point in our lives: love, hurt, abandonment, gratitude, uncertainty, passion. Doshie Mae is a panoramic view into the depths of the fiery human spirit.

 

About the Author

C.S. Morrow is the product of a large (14 siblings), blended, very Southern family. Morrow has been writing since the age of 6, with her first poem being a love letter to a first grade classmate, with whom she still keeps in contact. Her love of poetry and writing was shared and nurtured by her mother, Doshie Mae, who also writes. (So how did she end up with a degree in Zoology?) "Doshie Mae" is Morrow's first published work. Next, she plans to publish a collection of poems written as a youth.

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Doshie Mae

In my dreams

you laugh, you talk, you dance

just like you used to

you look so happy

that’s why it breaks my heart to see you like this

confined to a wheelchair

barely able to stand

Silent

I know you want to speak to me

and I want to listen to everything I know you want to say but can’t

I have so many questions now

There’s so much I wanted to know--but was afraid to ask

I’ve grown up so much in these past few months since you were stricken

I’ve come to realize that so much of what you told me--and I

refused to believe--is true

I wish we could talk about these things...not as mother and

daughter… but as friends

I love you so much

the light in your eyes when you see me tells me that you love me

just as much

That should be enough--knowing that you love me

I guess I’m selfish because it’s not

I want to hear you say ‘Verily, Verily’ in that funny way

I want you to dance to Bobbie Blue Bland or sing ‘The Thrill is Gone’

I want to see you on the pews of the hymn choir in your red robe

That’s the mama I miss

 

Hard Loving

I cared so deeply

Loved so freely

That’s all I ever wanted from you

I have asked for no thing

Not even a ring

Why do you do the things you do

You show no regard

Your manner is hard

Why must you be so cool

I give – you take

You proceed to make

Me look more and more like your fool

Come now, my love

This isn’t fair

Do you not love me

Do you not care

That I need you badly

Love you so madly

Tell me why

No matter how hard I try

I can’t get through

To any part of you

 


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