Mother DearestA Poem by Alys JacksonTrying out slam poetry
Every day of my sorry sorry life I think of you.
And when I sleep you drift in between my dreams. If you were still down here with me, you'd see what a hell you've left me in behind. When dad crawls back in drunk at one every morning as he is still not over you. When I'm the one who has to pick him up off the floor and tuck him into bed like hes only five. When I'm the one who wakes him up at ten. And I'm the one who helps get him dressed for work. That's the hell you've left me in. If you just looked down from your cloudy paradise once or twice you would be able to see, That I'm having to cope with out you. That no one else puts up with him. It makes me wonder, If you were still with us, Would you leave him on the floor at one every morning? I hate you. I hate you for leaving me. For leaving us. I hate you for abandoning me. For abandoning us. I hate you with every fibre in my body. With every second I waste. Every time I pick dad up off the floor at one every morning. Every time I tuck him into bed like he's only five. Every time I wake him up at ten. Every time I help him get dressed for work. But I love you. I love you with every fibre in my body. With every second I waste. Every time I pick dad up at one every morning. RIP Jasmina Jackson. RIP mom. I love you.
© 2014 Alys JacksonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 13, 2014 Last Updated on February 13, 2014 AuthorAlys JacksonAbbeville, LAAboutMy full name is Alys Jasmina Jackson and I am 18 years old. My Mom died December 2012 so my Dad brought the pair of us back home from Milton Keynes, England, to Abbeville, Louisiana. If there's one .. more..Writing
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