Art and the philosophy of life

Mother…a story poem

Fantasy, Robot, Girl, Emotionher mother
was a little different
than most
but she didn’t mind
her mom never went to meetings
never took her shopping
but she was a good listener
and always knew
the right thing to say
granted she never got hugs
but at least her mother
was always there
not many kids could say that
and
best of all
her mother was in
color
she knew the past
was far different
than her reality
there were no
bots
and children
were not born
in jars
but that seemed strange
to her
she guessed that
things were always
that way
the past and future
rarely understand each other
her father
made her mother
in his lab
he didn’t want her to be alone
all the time
he’s half human
half bot
that’s what most are
nowadays
she’s human
with upgrades
which isn’t unusual
but they are phasing out
that kind of being
and pushing for half and half’s
she’s slated to be a scientist
like her father
and her mother is next in line
to get a body
which will change a lot of things
she’s hoping
that when her mother
has a body
she’ll want to
dance

Comments on: "Mother…a story poem" (8)

  1. Great story! Loved it! 😀 xoxo

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  2. Wow! This is so fascinating. Very enjoyable read.

  3. This should be a sci-fi movie! You have a fab imagination.

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