...they didn’t want to know her.

...they didn’t want to know her.

A Poem by Huw

She thought that by earning money

and giving the children things

that they and she would be contented

as time passed there was no contentment

She thought that by working

she would be thanked by the children

that her sacrifice would be rewarded

that the struggle would be worth it

She thought that leaving her children

day after day was the right thing to do

she’d learnt the mantra and repeated it often

I’m doing this for you I’m doing this for you

She didn’t truly believe the mantra

and neither did they but it sounded good

it impressed her and those she knew

those that had been caught in the same trap.

The rewards was continual tiredness

the necessity of spending and having fun

the pretence was exhausting but she laughed it off

on social media with cartoons and nonsense

Then the day came and the dreadful realisation

she didn’t know her children and they didn’t want to know her.

© 2016 Huw


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Great write, sort of explains 21st century living. Kids bringing themselves up, bought off with presents.

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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw