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Mother Memories
Mother dearest
I remember
the morning you pushed me over
in the bathroom
and the toilet seat broke
when my body hit it
Mother dearest
I remember
you hitting me
In the face
and calling me stupid
over a math problem
Mother dearest
I remember
you telling me that
you would kill yourself
that it was all my fault
because you didn't want me
Mother dearest
I remember
you bringing me
a bottle of booze
so you had company
getting drunk
Mother dearest
I remember
You calling me a whore
and giving me away
so you could have a life
with your new boyfriend
Mother dearest
I remember
you telling me
you had no daughter
But you had two new
wonderful sons
Mother dearest
there has been silence
For over 25 years
And finally
you did kill yourself
with booze and pills
and I had no part in it
Mother dearest
Rest in peace
I remember
the morning you pushed me over
in the bathroom
and the toilet seat broke
when my body hit it
Mother dearest
I remember
you hitting me
In the face
and calling me stupid
over a math problem
Mother dearest
I remember
you telling me that
you would kill yourself
that it was all my fault
because you didn't want me
Mother dearest
I remember
you bringing me
a bottle of booze
so you had company
getting drunk
Mother dearest
I remember
You calling me a whore
and giving me away
so you could have a life
with your new boyfriend
Mother dearest
I remember
you telling me
you had no daughter
But you had two new
wonderful sons
Mother dearest
there has been silence
For over 25 years
And finally
you did kill yourself
with booze and pills
and I had no part in it
Mother dearest
Rest in peace
Published 13th May 2018
Author's Note
I was talking to someone about mothers day. I care less and I am not into self loathing, but I challenged myself to write this poem, just to do something different. My memories are not of the uplifting kind, but that too is part of life....so here it goes....
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13th May 2018 7:04pm
Well written. Sadly far too many of us grew up in an environment such as this, however, our past need not completely dictate our here and now and growth is more than possible.
buddhakitty
buddhakitty
13th May 2018 7:38pm
Agreed Buddhakitty.....that's why I do not usually indulge in those themes. They don't run my show.
And like you say, so many have those experiences, one can grow with and from it. That's how we learn about compassion.
And like you say, so many have those experiences, one can grow with and from it. That's how we learn about compassion.
