Question

More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,
more insects, and the endless rain,
My mother twisted through and through,
groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid,
He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother,
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the
poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting
My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.



Answer the following:
Write your observation about a mother's attitude after reading the poem​

Answer 1

Answer:

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My mother twisted through and through,

groaning on a mat.

Her attitude is related to her kid so it will be a gud attitude siso

Explanation: