Not My Daughter, B

Well, You Kept me up until 4 again 
but i’d do it every day 
because when I brought you home 
I swore to keep the boogie man away 

I could do with the monster in your closet 
or the goblin hiding under your bed 
But I was ill prepared for
The Demon that resides in your head 

I prayed to God it would skip you
Made promises I could not keep 
Naively I blamed hormones 
and silently I would weep 

The D word stole my baby 
I’m trying to take her back 
But that nasty, ugly monster 
Was quick in his attack 

Depression, you stole people I love
And I know they’re forever gone 
But not my child, not my light 
You think you can keep her but you’re wrong 

Tell her romantic lies 
create cruel visions in her mind
But i’m a much worse monster 
A mother’s love, you’ll soon find
Is nothing to be messed with
Victory is mine


*The title? Harry Potter fans know...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Theraven Avatar
February 27, 2021 at 12:20 PM
Tara, Born on a cold day, given a poet's name. And yet so few. -Uncle
Theraven Avatar
January 10, 2021 at 4:48 PM
Tara, I love your poem of course. Some might say I'm biased, and I am. I know so many of the pages of your life. I wouldn't have it any other way. -Uncle
Gondolf Avatar
December 28, 2020 at 6:45 AM
I can feel the deep emotion in this piece, Tara, nicely penned. John
Dawn Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 1:47 PM
Thank you
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