Living History

Living History

A Poem by Deb deb

I wrote this back in 98. My mom would be with me about 7 more years. It is a bad reminder of things I'd said to her, the same kind of things I've heard from my daughter.

Momma spent many years feeling sad,
Yearning for a life she never had.

I'd say, "Don't worry, Momma. My future won't be your past. All my plans
Will work out.  Yes, you will see.
The hand of fate will skip right over me.
History will stay with you, Momma.  Bad luck isn't for me."

I'd give anything to take back those words.

Like a prophecy through my momma's tears,
I'm living history I never thought I would.

I take it back, Momma.
All those years I spent being glad I wasn't you.

Now there's a little girl who says the same things to me.

It breaks my heart to look through windows of a distant time
And know not too many years from now she'll be staring back at me
Living history through a mother's eyes.

© 2010 Deb deb

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Thanks a lot for the review. Appreciated. For your poem, very nicely written. I am an historian so this hits right in my interest. Everything repeats itself. Family relationships are like a geneology of emotions that are passed down. We hope to be better than what was, but history creeps up all the time. Very well written poem

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oh god! This was amazing..touching ...beautiful..really great poem

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Added on July 18, 2010
Last Updated on July 18, 2010


Deb deb
Deb deb

Milwaukie, OR

I have always wanted to be a writer...never went to college, but have always planned to. It has haunted me all these years...that voice that wants to be heard. I am working as a janitor. Very boring... more..

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