Superstitious Written on February 13, 2013 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of LifeTags: child, mother, poem, poetry, superstition 2 2 comments so far. Why not leave your own? My mother would walk, bearing close by. “Don’t ever let objects between us.” “Bad luck,” she would say; though, I’d never ask why. But now that she’s long gone – Believe us! ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShare Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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Us – Marvin , does it refer to the nudging of words ?
Sumita
mmm, yeah…I like to nudge.
Nudge words, phrases, & (if I’m Lucky) Ideas.
thanks.