Pain and torment a form of torture
A mothers' love is never ending it continues
till everlasting.
Children I may have had turn up their nose
in my presence - feeling ashamed having me as a mother
Perhaps not sounding as eloquently as they prefer
Maybe not looking as elegantly as they would
have liked: Oblivious to hurt they cause.
I Pretend not to be harmed, swallow instead
every piece of insult and degrading gesture.
Shakes it all off with a shrug of my shoulders
Unbeknown to them how precious is my love
Refuses to curse! They are my offspring
Gave birth to them
'We love you mother! '
'We care for you deeply! '
Yet their actions says differently;
I'm neglected and ignored. I'm so badly mistreated
As I carry on regardless - standing straight
barely able to cope under the pressure:
Bless them I must!
So tired of keeping society at bay; My soul
whom yearns for freedom will soon be free!
Resembling a bird just flying away.
1st/2/2015
Christina Simmons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem