moma.

How I miss my mother and want her back.

I miss you, Moma.
I want you back.
Why did you leave?
Oh,that's right.
You wanted an abortion.
Why didn't you have one,moma?
You'd be better off.
You wouldn't have to leave your precious son
While trying to get away from your disappointment of a Daughter.
You wouldn't have to leave the state.
Your mother wouldn't want to run you over.
Why didn't you get the abortion?
Why did you decide to have two more kids?
Are they to replace us?
Don't get me wrong!
I love them.
But moma,they were replacements,aren't they?
Don't do this to my brother and your oldest son.
I know you don't like me,
But for him
Come get him.
He's good at hiding it
Better than me
But moma, he has to be dying inside.
I know I am.
Moma, for him not me.
You have been gone two and a half years.
I was twelve.
He was fourteen.
Come back.
For him AND me.
I miss you
Moma.

Author's Note

This poem almost got me to tears. Please comment.tell me if I have bad grammar. Honest opinions please. Thanks.