Christine P Poems

Son....
On this exciting day, you now are ten
your mommys love will never end.
I hope this poem I write for you,
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I'm a lost cause, even to myself.
I'm at the lowest of lows, and screaming for help.
I'm a victim of a disease,
which turned all my wants into dire needs.
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I am free to feel, free to kneel,
To talk to god, who helps me peel the layers of paint,
I piled on my skin,
when all I wanted was to cover my sins.
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Hail! to the birthday boy
He loves a book, he loves a toy
He fills my heart with so much joy
He's my beautiful little boy.
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They think they know for whom the bell tolls,
with their blood red eyes, and unjust lust. Debating my guilt, with fucked up fairytales,
as endless lies, unfold and fail.
Eyes wide open I've always seen,
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I am your mother
I'm like no other
You are my son
Number one
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Adam and eve, and then eventually there was me.
Baby plus baby, and that makes three.
Christmas carols and Halloween treats.
Door to door with two little feet.
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I am a complete stranger to myself
how can I blame my actions
upon anything else?
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Mother, sweet mother,
why did you leave?
You were my everything,
you were my queen.
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As I sit in Heaven, and watch you everyday.
I try to let you know with signs I never went away.
I see you laughing, and soothe you when asleep
I even put my arms around you, to calm you when you weep.
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