It's Having a Mother That I Miss
My children are the apple of my eye,
But at night when I'm lonely, I cry.
When I was young You beat me black and blue,
Nobody could see it, they had a different view.
You even hit me in the face,
Keeping me home afterwards to make sure the bruises left no trace.
You caused me so much anguish and pain,
What did I ever do to you, are you insane?
I found myself at the end of my bed kneeling,
Crying to God, starring up at the ceiling.
You were sorry for everything you did to me you would claim,
But in your eye's I never seen an ounce of shame.
You realized what your husband was doing in time,
But instead of doing something you let him continue this horrible crime.
Even after all this,
It's having a mother that I miss.
You may have beat me to the floor,
But I no longer hold a grudge or am sore.
Everyday I wake up knowing how I'm feeling,
And that's ok I know it's all apart of healing.
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