MotherA Poem by LynLeeMother
Why must you yell? Why must you be mad? I said I don't want to go, yet you force it. Now you say I can stay? I see the anger in your eyes, as I step out of the car. You tell me to get out your sight. I walk in the house as I hear you leave.
I walk into my room, and have a call from you. I answer. How stupid of me. You tell me, "No more flute. No more competitions." What else could she take away from me.
I tell her, "I don't care about the competitions," They were important to me, but not like flute is. ", but I love flute! I want to stay with it!" Please!" She has been ruining my life. Always fighting, always yelling. "All I have to do is put a roof over your head, and feed you." Then she hangs up. I sit there, on the floor of my room. "You should be a loving mother too." I whisper out of my tears. © 2010 LynLeeAuthor's Note
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