Treasure Island

crystal ruth


Mommy


Mommy please don't let me go,
don't let me be your second priority
because, for 14 years you'd left me
before I could see you;
my mother who'd brought me here

Did you not love me?
I dared to ask myself
and was I what you wanted
I dared to think of.

For years I stood here in pain
and you stood so far away
i'd began to wonder if.
If you'll always be just a thought in my mind
because, you didn't just leave me alone
with sadness and quilt.
You've left me here with an unfinished puzzle.

Mommy please don't let me go
don't leave me behind again
for another 14 years
mommy please love me
its all i ask

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

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  • Crystal Ruth (10/15/2013 5:35:00 PM)

    Please if anyone reads any of my poems please comment :) I like to know what other people think. (Report) Reply

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