A Mother To Me

Mother to me is only a name 
someone who allows the dirty game 

Silence is golden-a mothers rule 
Then mother sends you off to school 

A mother has eyes in the back of her head 
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead 

At night time a mother plants kisses on chin 
then sends you to the lions den 

Mother to me- is only a word 
her man is but a dirty bird 

A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping 
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping 

A mother looks through me 
she sees only her man 

she cannot smell the daughter 
fear comes in a can 

what good is a mother who has not a nose 
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes 

A mother looks through me and passes up fear 
she's never around and she can't even hear 

She's always around and she's blind as a bat 
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat 

a mother sits crying-not making a sound 
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round 

she's she deaf, dumb and blind 
and no matter how tall 

a mother to me 
is no mother at all 




Daddies songs to mama 
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me) 

( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door) 

(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)
 
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Sankey- Lewis Avatar
April 7, 2016 at 9:25 AM
Wow. This is sad and haunting; yet I hope it's as sweet therapy.
Lindsay Avatar
April 7, 2016 at 11:10 AM
It is theraputic. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Andresen Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 1:37 PM
- Did not sound like a "mother" ...... terrible and sad Shaunda :( - hugs //Anne-Lise :)
Lindsay Avatar
April 7, 2016 at 11:09 AM
Thank you again. No, she wasn't much of a mother to me.
Alexander Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 12:17 PM
I've read this before sis, and it affects me every time, so heart-wrenchingly wrong, we are tied together by a childhood that should never have happened. has G joined us here? love you sis. LOVE US THREE. xxx Beth.
Lindsay Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 12:31 PM
I don't know if G is here or not. I wasn't sure if she was even coming.
A   Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 11:48 AM
Shaunda, wow, that's wrong, But awesomely done. I would not support daddies song. thank you for sharing. LINDA
Lindsay Avatar
April 7, 2016 at 11:08 AM
Thank you. It is wrong. My whole childhood was wrong with 2 bad parents. Mothers are supposed to protect us from harm. She shouldn't close her eyes to it and when it's in her face, she shouldn't blame the children.
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