No Mother

How feelings come out through poetry with no doubt. Of how I was compared to someone I never had known.

The dripping of my feelings,

When I was left behind the youngest child,

And not enough like the older ones to receive any kind dealings,

 

I was too much like my sire,

When you were mad at me,

But you said I was like you, I call out liar,

 

Each time I had a skip in my step,

You’re eyes shone past me,

And I began to withdraw to myself,

 

Now that I am almost all grown,

And capable of creating another life,

You finally look down at me from your throne,

 

When I was small I needed you then,

What makes you think I will let you come now?

And hurt my future child, and repeat the past again,

 

My love for you was once fully there,

How you once looked at me,

 And saw straight through as if I were air,

 

As I write this I want everyone to know,

How much of a mother you weren't,

No matter how long ago. 

Author's Note

Please Review; any thoughts are welcome. :)

Reviews

[Chaise Nicole]

I love how it ends on a strong note. "When I was small I needed you then, What makes you think I will let you come now?" It really defines that you're standing for yourself despite this negligent mother and I think that's awesome. "I was too much like my sire, when you were mad at me" really hit home with me because my Mother has used that as an insult against me before.

[Amazonia_08]

Thank you. :)

[MorganPark]

My heart breaks over this writing.

[Julia.Moore]

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[The Red Queen]

I was the baby of three brothers. But I was the only share a different father. He too rejected my frustrations of never knowing who he is/was. Who knows. But my mother would always send my older brothers away and would protect me from the outside world...maybe it's because of the parts of the outside that ruined her. I took years to figure out the truth. For years, through her means of survival, I always felt like the burden that she needed. And I became to hate and love the resentment we both shared for her. This poem brings back that feeling. A great display of purging/healing.

[maria ( rose)]

omg. I couldn't imagine what that was like. I felt your words speaking from your heart.

When I was small I needed you then,
What makes you think I will let you come now?
And hurt my future child, and repeat the past again,
We all have that inner child in us, that will not grow up but I feel yours grew with wisdom & strength♥
All the best.
maria rose.

[Amazonia_08]

Thank-you. That means a lot to me. :D

[maria ( rose)]

♥you're welcome!! :D