A Cold Rain

A Poem I wrote in seventh grade about my mom.

the cold wind ripples thorugh my hair,

I cant help but stop and wonder why,

you never did care.

When I fell off my bike and began to cry,

you were never there.

When I lost my first tooth,

you never told me the truth,

you said you had work,

but I know what you were doing,

you were having fun,

untill i could see the sun.

Ypu came back stummbling,

 and you kept mummblin.

WhenI had my ifrst love,

you didnt care, you werent even there,

When I had my ifrst kiss,

and you did miss,

most of my childhood.

When I had my ifrst heartbreak,

i came home crying,

you said it was ok,

but you werent even trying.

When my wrists did bleed,

and I was in need,

you turned your back

and walked into the black

when I cried out for you,

yelled and screamed for you,

told you I was scred,

 that I wanted you to come home,

you didnt care,

you werent there.

The cold rain runs down my face,

trying to hide any trace,

of what bothers me,

you never did see that I needed you.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar and spelling!

Reviews

[Lourisa]

This is beautiful and heartbreaking. Your imagery is great. No child should have to go through this. The loneliness and longing you portray touched me deeply. The scars may never go away but maybe they make us stronger. Well done, Amber.