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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Time tells secrets to a heart so small, Following our leaders to learn to stand tall. In my story I start with love, From a mother who cared before all else, far above, Caring for each child day to day, Holding a bigger picture unfolding into astray, As she became unhappy with her spouse, Keeping it to herself, so sly, so quiet, like a mouse. Then words were said and put into print, You’d think my father would have had a hint. As here is where the secrets became known, As the affections weren’t there to be shown. My family above all else was broken, When we sat in a room and unforgettable words were spoken. Spilling the secret of another path, I’ll leave it to you to do the math. So my life went on as changes became reality, Knowing what was the truth-was actuality. I stepped up standing by my mothers side, Holding in my heart anything but pride. The heart to a young woman like me, Felt as if I were on a shopping spree. A spree that gave me a new look at life, As this new man started calling mom his wife, As this is where the cold heart begins, All starting with a lie-a sin. A sin to never cheat in a marriage, Everyone looked down at her with disparage. As I was pushed out of her heart, Although, I was there from the start. Two families became one, And I was told if I wasn’t in her new family in fit of her puzzle, Then I was out of the house, I was done. Starting my new life without my mom, Has been a story of its own as the secrets out- having me feel like a bomb, A bomb in which explodes everyday with no words, I’ll go on without the touch of my mother, Flying away to find someone to care-feeling as high as the birds. The birds that are flying south for winter, Hoping the weather will get better and her heart will care more about me, and a little less about her new sir.
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