My Mother-

My Mother -

Realizing that she used to have many friends

Realizing that she used to be a kid

Realizing that she used to have a life

Realizing that she used to be more than who she is to me

Realizing that she used to be loved

Realizing that she used to try

Realizing that she used to dream

Realizing that she used to feel pain

Realizing that she used to be sad

Realizing that this doesn't matter

Realizing that she still hurts me

Realizing that I don't care who she was

Realizing that she still loves trulies

Realizing that she still adores her dog more than her children

Realizing that she's leaving me

Realizing that this doesn't make me sad

Or mad

Or upset

Or scared

Or bitter

It makes me feel at ease

But realizing that no matter how much I hate it

No matter how much I try to stop it

I am just like her.

Author's Note

hope you like it :p

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

I enjoyed this Annie and the way it turns around on its head after the first stanza going in a completely different direction that to what I had expected. The final lines really are the perfect ending, I suppose we forget over time how similar we are to our parents, a clever write.

Best wishes,

Lathen

[annie]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and then write a review on it! I'm glad you liked it :)