Why Poem by ANGELA WILSON
Why
Why do they always treat me so bad,
when all I do is care.
I beg and plead 'just please be good'
but still I get nowhere.
Why when I talk they just carry on,
as if I am not even there.
I swear I always do my best,
it really is so unfair.
Why when I give them all I have,
they still want to break my heart.
I love them more then life itself,
but their tearing me apart.
Why did I think I was a good mum to them,
learing them everything thats right.
I say 'I love you' every day,
but still all we do is fight.
Why am I blaming my wonderful kids,
it's not their fault it is mine.
I need to be a happier mum,
then I know that all will be fine.
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4/16/2024 8:55:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your children don't know how lucky they are to have a mother like you, Angela. They don't come much more giving than this. Regards, Gina. PS: I recommend you to read 'A True Mother's Love' by Patricia D Nunn and 'Mother May I? ' by Callisto Van Dyne. Tell me if either doesn't melt your heart.