Mama

Dear mama,  I'm not a book

You can't just put me on a shelf  

Mark your place with a book mark

And expect me to be that same when you pick me back up again

Mama, you know I never stopped loving you

A mother is God in the eyes of a child

But you left without a second glance

And you weren't back for a while

Mama, I needed you but you weren't there

I hugged myself and pretended it was you

My empty arms were left bare

But to be honest, that was nothing new

Maybe the pages and ink were supplied by you and him

But I wrote the story myself

With no help from you

You couldn't even guess the story withen.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Like a Dryden poem. Honest, direct and truthful words written.
"Maybe the pages and ink were supplied by you and him
But I wrote the story myself
With no help from you
You couldn't even guess the story withen."
I loved the above lines. Most times in a life, we see too late. We listen too late. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[BeforeSunset]

Thank you so much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Unspoken poet]

Wow, this is direct and so emotional as well. I like the honesty of your words. nicely written.

[lessa (kenzie)]

Wow, so emotional, this is heart tugging and direct. Nicely expressed and written