I found out.

A Poem by Yet, Nobody...? Here.

A basic A-B...

Once, I got to see her,

all battered and torn.

I found out I liked her,

but she had to move on.

And on to another,

as hopeful as when

her father left home;

not to return again.

Such is knack for selection;

for ones that will fail;

who take “no” for no answer-

“No” means no - a veil…

That, there’s no stopping,

what’s to come from there;

new years' new cycle

for the paternal impaired.

Once, I got to see her,

all battered and gone.

I found out I liked her,

and that was my mom.

© 2013 Yet, Nobody...? Here.

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Mockingbird

it shows a glimpse in to a childhood that was very difficult. we should forgive them before it's too late.

Posted 11 Years Ago

SydneyLK

Good poem, I liked the circularity of it.
The part at the end,
"I found out I liked her,
and that was my mom."
let me down a bit though. It seemed too direct. I expected that throughout the poem, but when you said it, it just didn't seem to fit.
One thing I would recommend as well is loosening up your verse a little bit. You show great control of line and verse, but a bit too much, personally it seems like you're choking your inner-voice by using such restrictive measure and verse, at the sacrifice of rhythm and spirit.
Over all it was a good concept though and some very good lines.
I think you show great control over your craft!
Keep up the work and write, write, write like the rest of us. =)