As the saying goes-
Beauty’s in beholder’s eyes
It exists in strength
Imagine my Mom
Raising her girl and boy while-
Feeling so Empty
Don’t let me fool you
She wasn’t able to work
She was too busy…
Enriching my life
She and I would play board games
What quality time! ! !
Special Memories
Almost every day we played
Games, games, and more games
…Scrabble, Trouble, Cards
Parcheesi, Monopoly,
Trivial Pursuit…
Some were uncommon
I bet you didn’t play them
Like Bargain Hunter?
Video games too…
Atari and Nintendo
We had games galore
Beside us she’d play
Her favorite was Zelda
Mine was Solar Fox
A loving Mama...
She made Christmas Day special
Happy Memories
During my childhood
Christmas’ Eve was with my Dad
Happy Memories
Some days were Dark ones
My Memories are Bittersweet
Some days were Light ones
Numb as Novocain
My poor heart’s emotionless
No one understands
Shame’s toxicity
Poisoning my Mama’s Love
I’m outsmarting it
This may surprise you
We were brought up on welfare
We are lovable
This may surprise you
Though, my mom was abusive
She is lovable
I forgave my Dad
When Jesus forgave my sins
I forgave my Mom
Don’t care what you think
Mental illness is no joke
It is not a choice
Am I black or white?
Think poverty is racist…
We’re a melting pot
(to be continued)
Copyright © January 15,2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem on my list of favourites on ths site Best wishes Michael Witkowski