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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I would love to start of my poem about my mom, using words that refer to us having a bond, However, words like embarrassment, hurt and definitely other words come to mind that are not so fond, These are the words that come to mind when I tell about the woman who raised me, As I continue to explain about her, you will see why I always wanted to flee. She was the type of mom that always made me feel ugly inside and out, She did not enjoy seeing me happy but preferred seeing me cry and pout. I was humiliated, screamed at, hit, belittled and more, I even had my stuff in my bedroom thrown to the floor. She told me everything was my fault and that I did nothing right, I hated to wake up in the morning and see the daylight. We watched my father grow ill and I prayed she would change, Instead it made her more cruel and more deranged. My father was ill for many years and I knew why he was afraid to say goodbye, All he worried about was my mother and this made me cry. My husband decided it was time to let him pass the right way, By making a promise we would take care of mom, sadly he passed away the next day. We are now doing the right thing by upholding our words we said, Even though deep inside the pain causes me to cry to sleep in bed. My mother has humbled, maybe she has seen the light, Or maybe knowing our sacrifices is always in her sight. We will be building an upstairs for her to live, her own entrance she will need, My promise to my dad I will fulfill, I say he'll be proud of me, in God's Speed. I pray at night to give me faith because I hope my mom will be better, I want to be able to share it with everyone in a poem or a, letter. If she does not change and continues to remain the same, I still say I did the right thing and there is no one to blame. Debra Baviello 12/22/15 This poem is dedicated to my father. I miss him so much.
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