Mother Must I

Mother Must I

A Poem by Don Shaw
"

I had to come back and edit this. I wrote this after reading the news of another child suicide. There is always hope. Suicide is a permanent decision to a temporary problem .

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      Mother Must I
                         Another school day, waking full of dread.
                         Another school day, of wishing i was dead.

                         Mother must i, utters from my lips,
                         rise and shine sleepy head, slapping at my hips.

                         Putting on clothes, the combing of my hair.
                         Going to school, is more than i can bare.

                         He would be there, with iron fist clenched.
                         Out the door i trudged , inch by inch.

                         Mother must i , utters from my lips.
                         Smiles and nods, behind her coffee sips.

                         Hate for another, fear, remorse, and guilt.
                         Pain in every hallway, a flowers look of wilt.

                         In my mind i am plotting,to end this senseless shame.
                         To some a house of learning, to me ensuring pain.

                         The calling of names, spitting in my face.
                         Shoved into walls, the inflected disgrace.

                         Who can save me, from education hell ?
                         Teachers are the witness , deaf ears hear no tale.

                          Mother must i, utters from my lips.
                          Out the classroom doorway, now in his grips.

                           He gave me a violent backhand, head hitting floor.
                           All the kids are laughing, calling to see more.

                           Slithering down the hallway, clawing to escape.
                           Another day of learning, bleeding was my fate.

                           Oh mother must i, utters from my lips.
                           Hallway sounds echo, my blood as it drips.

© 2011 Don Shaw


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You handled the sensitive issue with such an ease........
Well executed poem, says all it wants to
imprints.....

Posted 13 Years Ago


Bullying is horrible. It makes it miserable for others. You have described this scene quite clearly. It amazing me still how cruel and ruthless kids can be to each other.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I think a lot of people might be able to relate to this since we all went to school at some point in our lives. There a dark twist to this though towards the end and I think it is becoming more and more popular to end it all since the pain is far too great. Hope your poem does not reflect real life although I know it has happened.

Posted 13 Years Ago


O.M.G... oh my goodness. This poem is so so deep and full of emotion. I am so very sorry you have to deal with all of that. You did a beautiful job on this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love this! It is so full of emotion and very deep. I'm sorry you have to deal with that(I'm assuming you do because it is so descriptive and so well written). I will be reading more of your compositions. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 30, 2011
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Tags: school, bullies, pain, hell, violence, shame, beatings

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Don Shaw
Don Shaw

San Angelo, TX



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