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My Mother

Where is my mother?
Arms legs and love were accounted for
But she was gone....
Broken by Circumstance
Suppressed by finance
3 ton bolder strapped to her ankle, but still she advanced
My mother..
Too good to be true,
But too bad to be false
She tied knots at ends met and accepted her faults..
And I love her....
But now what can I say....
Now she suffered.
Consumed by the tides of the economy
She saw the shore and just couldn't reach it..
I guess all the struggling finally wore her down
And now she drowned.. in debt
But life wasn't always like a bad dream
I still remember as a child,
Those eyes that held me and would tell me
"That everything was ok"
And those lips that fed me the love i needed
Those same lips that once mesmerized me with shushes
And I love yous, til eye lids were too heavy lift.
But now they said nothing,
Just stuck at a degree
which resembled a very unfamiliar smile; A frown.
My mother was hurt,
with wounds so deep, eyes couldn't see
and kisses couldn't reach.
Bandaids, too old to use and 911 was busy.
Now she's falling
Like an angle too heavy to fly
Her burdens, weigh down her burdens
But still she try's....
She's going down.... CRASH
And who best to pick up the pieces but herself
Too proud to except help, in this living hell
We know all to well.... As life
But with her eyes narrowed and focused,on a goal to obtain
She raises her head up high, only to see... It looks like rain
So now continuing is just insane
Time to sit here a bare ones pain?
Just her luck things go from bad to impossible
But in her mind she defines what's logical
Makes an attempt and defeats any obstical
That's my mom from stop-able to unrock-able....
But that wasn't her tonight..
Tonight with eyes painted with sorrow.
She cried tears that eroded my heart away.
But what was I to do, What was I to say?
It's okay?
Tomorrow is another day?
Well what's the point when waiting is only another way
To take one's day.... and suffer?
Written: 5/25/11

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