A -True - Mom
I know where I am
And where I come from
Life was not easy
But what’s done is done
Everything wrong
Happened to me
But the one thing I learned
It won’t define me
A father alcoholic
A mother who sold
One of her children
Publicity gold
Who knew one day
When I finally knew
About my birth mother
And what she did do
She traded her son
For the cost of a car
Not even a new one
How low was her bar?
She left me young
At three months old
I harbor no hate
Perhaps that seems cold
I was lucky, you see
I always said
Someone came through
Didn’t leave me for dead
And death would have come
Based on those around
I was their victim
So cruel I found
I was the youngest
At four, you see
My sister, my brothers
Were older than me
And older meant
That this horrible man
Would break them down
He had a great plan
On destroying the lives
Of the children he grew
He enjoyed it so much
What’s wrong with you?
I went into the orphanage
I loved it you see
The one thing it brought
Was stability
Surrounded by nuns
Felt so good to me
No one would cause harm
I now have safety
But reality is
It was a different time
DCFS
Not a friend of mine
My father, the abuser
Had easy access
No one cared
He had such success
They let him in
Like he had done nothing wrong
Access to me
Was his favorite song
The anger I felt
May not go away
You let this happen
Do you feel okay?
There’s untapped rage
On what I now feel
If you had been there
How would you deal?
But eventually
I should let it go
Not sure that I can
But I will let you know
You can only take on
So much every day
Sometimes there’s someone
To show you the way
It was given to me
By a stranger one day
Who wanted daughters
To light her way
Surrounded by sons
She knew to be true
But it’s the daughters she said
Who will be there for you
And she was there
Every day
She buried my pain
In every way
From the day I walked
Into her home
She never failed
To make me her own
She didn’t care
Where I came from
I was her daughter
Much more than her son
And from that day forward
I would always be there
Showing my love
Showing I care
She was the person
I wanted to be
So much kindness
Is all that I see
Being a giver
Makes everything right
In this hard world
Why would I fight?
I’d rather be kind
In all that I do
I truly believe
It comes back to you
And she received
All that she gave
We took care of her
To the end of her days
I will always remember
How she looked at me
That I was special
Is what she did see
Copyright © Tina Bassett | Year Posted 2011
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