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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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