'My Life' Poem by Ashley Winn

'My Life'



My life was interrupted,
It was changed so quick.
The thought of it all,
Just makes me sick.
Cuts my heart deep,
like a knife,
I had my beautiful babies,
they was my life.
Now, the simple things,
I am forced to miss,
No more tickle monster,
going to the park,
or even a good night's kiss,
No more playing tag,
kissing boo-boo's,
or even tying shoe laces,
Instead,
all I have is the memory
of their beautiful faces.
In an instant,
my life was changed,
And,
it will never be the same,
So,
Please don't take your
children for granted,
life is not a game.
Birthdays, Christmas, &
Mother's Day too,
I sit, & I cry,
there's not much else
I can do.
I have lived a hell of a life,
Just to stay alive,
was an everyday fight.
I was,
even to scared to sleep
at night.
I have been
Pushed.... Punched.....
Stomped.... & even Shot....
Now,
tears in my eyes,
a broken heart,
& a bullet in my jaw,
is all I have got.
He still calls himself
their daddy,
but,
never once,
tried to teach them,
right from wrong,
And, now
I am stuck here,
dreaming of tucking them in,
& singing them a song.
For the next 5-10 years,
I am forced to wait,
to be able to,
see them,
touch them,
hold them,
love them,
I pray it won't be to late,
Dedicated to:
Madison Hope, .
Thomas Lee-Everett,
& Madillynn Faith,
Mommy loves you,
& I'll be waiting,
no matter,
how long it may take.

Originally written by (me)
©Ashley Nicole Winn©
April 10,2015

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Was in a very abusive relationship for 11 years, with the father of my 3 children, he eventually ended up shooting me in the face, so cps stepped in took my babies, & said that I was mentally unstable, due to all the years of abuse, my children were later adopted, and to date I have not been allowed to have any contact with them, or even know where they are for the past 9 1/2 years. So I am forced to wake up to this nightmare everyday, until one day when my dreams finally come true, & I have my babies back in my arms, and in my life. I was meant to be a mom, I pray that soon the torture ends, after all these years (20) . The last day I seen or spoke to my babies it was my oldest daughters 11th birthday, she just recently turned 19 in May.
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