Description: This is something that I wrote about the mother of my niece. This is a hard thing for my whole family to deal with. I am having a difficult time getting us all on the same page.
Does she stop to listen?
Does she stop to think ?
Is her one track mind on the right track?
Does she know that we care?
Does she know we love her?
Is her “open mind” really open?
Does she recall the past, truthfully?
Does she have a plan for the future?
Is her escape plan a true escape?
Does she consider her new born child?
Does she understand how money works?
Is her decision right, when she is right at 15?
Can we find a way to help her understand?
Can we find a way to keep her from running?
Can we find a way to show that we care?
Can we find a way to help without pushing?
Can we find a way to love each other no matter what?
Can we find a way to tell her that life isn’t always fair?
This is an interesting write. So many questions here and I am sure you avidly seek the answers to them. Sounds like a very difficult situation to have a child when you are only 15 years old. She is still just a baby herself. I can understand why this would cause so many problems in the family. Hopefully she will seek the help of her family and you obviously care about her and your neice very much. That love will surely help them along this most difficult journey. This is a good expression of the turmoil that your family is dealing with. Take care.
i love the contrast in this piece. from "Teenage Mother -
Does she stop to listen? Does she stop to think ? Is her one track mind on the right track? Does she know that we care? Does she know we love her? Is her “open mind” really open? "
to "Can we find a way to help her understand? Can we find a way to keep her from running? Can we find a way to show that we care? Can we find a way to help without pushing? Can we find a way to love each other no matter what? Can we find a way to tell her that life isn’t always fair?"
to me it almost sounded like at first it was about attacking her with questions to showing sympathy and asking how to help or help her understand the world
Unconditional love, left securely inside a thick roll of diseased rug, nothing is certain, on both sides of the fabric, skulls are splintering and facts are taking in moisture and splitting at the weakest points..loved ones struggle to hold the arm upright, while the arm struggles to keep it all together, and the new born feeds on the compassion and the hatred all at the same time, breeding thoughts of horible sacrifices and sutured wounds that never were cuts in the first place...a common balance must be made and the mother should be brought into an environment that suits her needs as well as her childs without all this second guessing and these lessons never learned, floating aimlessly above her head.
yeah i'm not too crazy about this one. too many questions. too many questions - bad. goddamnit . . . now i have to think about my life and why it's in the gutter. i guess it was ok - but not that great.
You already have started every Can we find simply by writing this poem You show to us that no matter what you will not back down from letting her know you care Believe me I can tell from your write you are strong Continue to be there for her and she will realize what needs to be done in life Take Care Ron
And thanks for the recent comments My little sister is my rock I thank God every day she is alive rON
Submission Name: Teenage Mother
