Not Enough Time Poem by Deborah Ashdown
Not Enough Time
I ask myself, why was I not loved as a child?
Was I such a bad child mom?
Could you not stand the sight of me, have you got regrets ever giving birth to me?
Remember mom when you shouted, smacked and made me cry?
I was a wee child of five, you were my entire life.
I asked you to love me, you couldn't, you turned, walked away, leaving me stood there drowning in my own sadness.
You left scars for all to see.
Did I ever tell you my friends, they laughed and picked on me.
My happiest times were whilst I were asleep.
My dreams were so beautiful and mine to keep.
You couldn't take my dreams away from me, but you took my god damn virginity!
For that I will hate you beyond eternity.
I am grown now and have children of my own.
I love them, they love me.
I don't need you for my own.
I hate you, I despise you, feel sorry for you all at the same time.
Your life will soon be over.
So you see mom, there's not enough time!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:29:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Deborah, you've got every reason to feel bitter about your upbringing and you don't need me to tell you this. I'd like to say 2 things to you: firstly good poetry, in my view, demands variety. This poem needs to be made more different from 'Remember? ' (with particular regard to the lines 'Remember mom...entire life') . Secondly, swap your anger for forgiveness. You'll live and love more happily. Best wishes, Gina.