Remember mom when you shouted, smacked and made me cry?
I was a wee child of five, you were my entire life.
Still after all this time I ask you, why?
Remember I asked you to love me, you couldn't, you turned, walked away, leaving me stood there drowning in my sadness, why?
Remember how you said how I remind you of my dad?
It made you, oh so sad, but me, I was glad, I loved my dad.
Memories I hold close to my heart.
The good ones I cherish, the bad ones won't part!
I contacted you recently and yes, I asked again, why?
You still cannot answer. Again I ask myself, why?
It's time for me now to put my memories on hold and swallow my pride.
I ask you, can we possibly make anew start?
My heart is in turmoil, thought my next breath spoken,
would be when you are six feet beneath the soil!
We have been given our last chance to make amends.
Please mom, say you love me.
Make my pain go away and my sadness end!
I love you mom.
If someone does not tell you that you are loveable this does not mean that you are unloveable.You are not to blame for something that someone else cannot see. No matter how long they have known you.Start first by loving yourself and wait for love to enter in.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can only hope that your writing is giving your suffering emotions some form of release. I'd say it is, given your honest, uninhibited portrayal of your upbringing. Best wishes, Gina.