Mother

So many years ago you held me in your arms;

your indiscretions staring back at you.

What did you think; what did you feel?

 

I know what they told you - 

they told you to forget,

forget i existed - forget I was born.

 

So you went on with life

the best you could.

wearing a mask; you hid from the truth.

 

I did not know who I was.

existing day by day was all I knew;

looking for me in every you.

 

But this game is tired;

this game is old.

I do exist!

 

where are you?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The word mother is earned. Some woman don't want to be a real mother. I like the story in the poem and the question at the end. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[kar]

i could not agree with you more; the word mother is earned. creating a child does not make one a parent anymore than standing in a garage makes one a car. thank you for seeing this piece for what it is and once again, thank you for your kind comments!

[Coyote Poetry]

I was brought up by a stepmother and grandparent. The good mother we do not forget and love till we are done.

[Andrea Mouser]

i really appreciate this. makes me think differently about adoption

[kar]

Thank you; your words mean so much, especially today.

[A. Amos]

This is elite and elegant write, simply beautiful...

[kar]

Thank you so much; i truly appreciate your kind comments!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome