Love of a Mother

The love of the woman who gave birth to me but will not raise me, nor be my mom.

Do you miss me

when I'm not there?

Did you love me

or even care?

 

 

Does it hurt you

all you've lost?

Or are you happy

without my cost?

 

 

Am I not worth it,

your time and praise?

Do I just take up

too much space?

 

 

Was I a mistake,

In your eyes?

Did I deserve

all the lies?

 

 

Do you have a heart,

that cares at all?

Or am I too big

and it too small?

 

 

How does it feel

without me there?

Can you live it up

without a care?

 

 

Should you have forgot me

long ago?

And left this place

so no one would know?

 

 

Or do you still love me

and hurt inside?

Do you wish

that you never lied?

 

 

I want you to know

that I don't care.

I opened the door

and you weren't there.

 

 

You left me cold

and I was sad.

I want to hate you

Because I am mad.

 

 

If you loved me

you would be there.

And sometime you'd call me,

to say that you care.

 

 

But you can't even call,

to say a good bye.

And I'm not sure I'll care

the day that you die.

 

 

You've hurt me,

like no mother should.

And I want to hurt you,

I wish I could.

 

 

But I'm not as cold,

and blind as you.

So I move on

ready for new.

 

 

I can't forgive you

or let it all go.

Because no matter what

I'll always know.

 

 

So I accept the truth

and leave you to die.

But I'll always question:

How could you? And Why?

Reviews

[Daniel]

Whoa. This had a LOT of emotion in it! I could feel the emotion rolling off of every word.

Great read! I don't think anybody, I know I can't, can really feel the sorrow you must have felt, unless it's happened to them. However, you showed it wonderfully, and now I feel like I was watching it happen.

Wow! :) Keep up the good work!