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 Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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.