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Daughter's Advice For Her Mother
Hey there Norma, or would you prefer "Sarge"?
That is what I called you, when you led the charge!
I can imagine "Bardo" was a bloody bore...
You were a hellion in youth, rotten to the core.
You have been set on the reincarnation trail.
Remember, be grateful to be a child, not a slimy snail!
Will you consider being a warm and loving mother?
When chances come 'round again, there may not be another.
(it is so easy to slip slide to that nightmarish place...)
Arriving swiftly, slamming brimstone in your face,
Demons without pity will whip you beyond a higher grace.
So I advise you when in that space of rampant reaping:
be contrite, willing to learn, as a sign of good keeping.
take it to heart, these few simple words that I speak
Set aside pain that was bestowed for the redemption you seek!
About This Poem
Last Few Words: "Bardo" refers to intermediate state which is part of the Tibetan Buddhist tradition.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem adopts a conversational, even admonishing tone, with the daughter addressing her mother in a blend of affection, irony, and warning. The use of direct address ("Hey there Norma, or would you prefer 'Sarge'?") establishes a personal, informal dynamic, which is reinforced by the playful reference to childhood nicknames and the mother's past behavior. The poem’s structure is loosely rhymed couplets, which gives it a rhythmic, almost sing-song quality, though the meter is inconsistent and sometimes disrupts the flow (for example, "You have been set on the reincarnation trail. / Remember, be grateful to be a child, not a slimy snail!").
Thematically, the poem explores ideas of reincarnation, redemption, and the cyclical nature of familial roles. There is a tension between humor and seriousness, as the speaker oscillates between light-hearted jabs ("be grateful to be a child, not a slimy snail!") and dire warnings ("Demons without pity will whip you beyond a higher grace"). This tonal juxtaposition creates a sense of unease, which may be intentional, reflecting the complexity of the mother-daughter relationship and the gravity of the advice being dispensed.
The poem’s voice is distinctive, but the shifts between satire and sincerity can be jarring. The references to "Bardo" and reincarnation assume a familiarity with Buddhist concepts that may not be universally accessible, and the poem does not elaborate on these ideas, which could leave some readers at a distance. The warning about "slip slide to that nightmarish place" and the imagery of brimstone and demons introduce a sudden, stark moralism that contrasts with the earlier levity.
The closing couplets attempt to resolve the poem with advice for redemption and learning, but the language becomes more abstract ("be contrite, willing to learn, as a sign of good keeping"), and the final lines risk sentimentality without fully earning the emotional payoff. The phrase "Set aside pain that was bestowed for the redemption you seek!" is somewhat convoluted and could benefit from clearer syntax.
Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its boldness of address and the interplay between humor and gravity. For further development, consider refining the meter for smoother reading, clarifying references for accessibility, and working toward a more unified tone to balance the satirical and sincere elements. The poem’s ambition in tackling themes of generational advice and spiritual consequence is notable, but greater cohesion and specificity would enhance its impact.
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John Leslie O'Kelley
3 months 1 week ago
Candlewitch 45
Right now I'm happy to be me, I remember people like these. In life we all encounter one or two, sometimes we're like this too! We can't continue to blame without giving into the same. What we act upon is important, not only for you and for me. Everyone can feel the effect of our choices, and the things that we say and do, but that doesn't allow anyone permission, to treat others the way that we all do. We have to learn to control our words, they can terrorize more than a few. I love what you always say about letting other's make good choices, but we all know that sometimes we are not true.If we continue to blame those around us, we'll end up in the same state of mind. We have got to learn to control our voice, it's a very difficult choice, but without control we're just like animals, we fight, we bite and we chew. I'm sorry you had to endure this, just remember that we all need to be true. True to the ways of good disposition, treating other's with respect like you do!
Candlewitch
3 months 1 week ago
Dear John,
You are so right! And I was taught from my father to take responsibility for my own actions... to think before I act and examine my motivation! I try to do this with everything I do and say. I know that you do so too, my friend.
very fondly, Cat
William Lynn
3 months ago
Hi Cat - WOW!
Just read the poem and about all I have to say is you damn well tell it like it is (no surprise there), and job well done.
I'm guessing, in its own way, it fell good to write this one.
Kudos! - Will
Candlewitch
3 months ago
Dear Will,
Norma (AKA Sarge) and I had a very strange relationship throughout our lives. She told me that she hated the child I was. We got on better in my 20's. this came about after I recommended she read the Profit a book by Kalil Gibran and turned her on (musically) to Niel Diamond and then some heavier stuff with Bob Dylan and the group The Band, Climax Blues Band (she really liked their song (I Am Constant) and Moody Blues. She opened me up to Johnny Cash and Johnny Horton's music. I gave her poetry...
Just before she passed she asked for my forgiveness for all the bad times and torture. I said I forgave, but I lied as it was still raw. I just wanted to let her go peacefully... In the years that came later, I have forgiven most of it... somethings still rankle, like being ostracized, shunned by family because of the lies she told them about me.
Thank you Will, for reading this poem and for your response...it made my day!
very fondly, Cat
William Lynn
3 months ago
Most Welcome!
Sarge, that a hoot. I
t was what I called my wife's mother when she was having one of her "I know everything and you guys need to listen" moments. She could be a handful. I secretly think she liked it when I called her that, but she never said so. She could stand toe to toe with any drill sergeant I ever had in basic training. - Will
Candlewitch
3 months ago
Dear Will,
That is fantastic... I bet you had endured yourself to her with that and she felt it was an endearment ;)
fondly, Cat
Wallyroo92
2 months 1 week ago
Daughter's Advice For Her Mother
I dug this, it's like a practical approach to the passage of wisdom and knowledge between generations. Your line where she "led the charge" reminds me of my uncle always calling my grandmother boss because she ran a tight ship with them.
Wonderful work.