Children We Bear. Poem by Christina Simmons

Children We Bear.

Rating: 4.7

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.

Sunday, February 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: childishness,children,family
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem tells of a mother's undying love for her offspring. Irrespective of how they are towards her. Coming from angle of being disabled with very complex disabilities. Simply expressing my own experience with daughters.
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Christina Simmons

Christina Simmons

St Lucia, Caribbean.
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