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Author: Jessica Lynn
ASL Info:    22/f/mn
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Words: 275
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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My mom has some problems and my friends always give me a hard time about her. They feel sorry for me because she isn't like a mother to me the way she used to be. What they need to realize is there is always a reason for a person to be the way they are. so here ya go.


In the dimming evening light,
I sit in
My room and write
And think about
All that you’ve done,
Of good and bad
The moon and the sun,
Of dark and light
Of all you’ve become
And wonder what I could have done
To stop you from making
so many mistakes,
from breaking hearts,
from love to hate,
sorrow and joy,
and back again.
What would be different,
If had I,
Back then,
Not watched and waited
As you wasted men,
And used and destroyed,
All that loved you once?
Would I look in your eyes
And still see mistrust
And decay of a mind
That once held me close?
Could I see the sadness
Or denial
Or doubt?
Would I feel your pain
Or your longing to shout,
To scream till you cry
Until your body gives out
Like I used to
when he’d smack you around
and you’d avoid my eyes,
looking at the ground?

Had I been
a stronger daughter,
to lead you when you needed,
like you did for me,
when I was hurt and conceded,
then maybe you’d have listened,
and made better choices
and at night I’d’ve slept soundly
instead of hearing your raised voices.
Maybe I’d have trusted,
When boys started to like me,
Instead of thinking about your boyfriends,
And fearing that they’d hurt me.
So many maybes,
not many answers,
I can wish and wonder all I want,
In the end it doesn’t matter.

People say a lot of things,
Judging when they shouldn’t.
Mom, I love you
And I want you to know,
I will succeed where you couldn’t.

Submitted on 2008-03-11 11:32:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  wow. jessica, that was great. you feelings seem so powerful when you put them into words like that. and i can sorta relate. my mom is not a mom to me anymore. shes more like a roommate...
| Posted on 2008-04-13 00:00:00 | by Impy | [ Reply to This ]
  What a heartbreaking and soulful poem, and yet you have managed to end it with hope and promice. Brilliant!

It made me so sad to see the mood and the reflections of the child in this; children blame themselves for discord and difficulties that are not their fault! It is the responsibility first of the parent to nurture the child, and not the other way around!

Those who survive the greatest hardships develop the greatest wisdom and character! Perhaps that is God and Nature's way of repaying for some of the sadness and suffering!

Excellent write Jessica, with much heart and soul in this piece!

| Posted on 2008-03-11 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]
  hey hi i think this was fantastic in its own way cause i wrote something about my mom or better yet the person that birthed me
i think it takes alot of courage to write something like this especially if you let yor mom read it
i sent mine by mail to my mother and have never spoke to her since
anywaz this was a good piece and i hope alot of others get a chance to view it

| Posted on 2008-03-11 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]
  I think it's sad --that you want to take responsibility for your mother's choices and failings. Noone can "fix" another person. They have to do that themselves.
---that you are afraid to trust because of her choices.

I think it's noble and satisfying --that you are so determined to not make her mistakes.
--that you aren't willing to give up on her and your love for her.

I really think you will be able to read people better than girls who've never had experience with the wrong type of guy. You'll be able to see through their facade and know the signs.
| Posted on 2008-03-11 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]

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