My Mother

My Mother short poem

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I do not like my mother
Not sure that I even love her
Oh I have my excuse, she ignored the abuse
while accusations floated above her

I wish I could say it was drink, sounds much more acceptable, don’t you think?
But it was neglect and her being idle, that left this child feeling suicidal.

I thought I was over the pain, then my brother dying got me again,
My mother could not be brave by banning her brother from the grave, I could have got over the worst.
Had she put this relative first.

Not sure if I will see you again, can’t imagine I want anymore pain.
What you haven’t had you don’t miss they say, but there is a hole however and sometimes I ache, lie in bed wide awake.

So now it’s word that I am left with to make me feel better, or maybe to expose you. I am the son I did not choose you

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Paul.I’m crying to read your poem
You love the sea.When it all gets too much i head for the sea…or the woods.I send you love. I am so sorry about your brother.. I didn’t know.
You may be a grandfather..i hope that makes you happy. Your cousin.


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