Abigail Cole Poet Rhyme

The Pain In My Mother's Eyes

Drops are flowing in streaks of blood
Mother's face is stained in red
Like a canvas harshly painted

Her stomach looks weary
Her breasts lay weak,
Like she's gone through a marathon to be with me

Mother says "Time is of essence"
The time that death robbed from her
One which father with her had once promised a lifetime.

She silently whispers her lies.
Filling my cup with deceit painted white.
Praying I get a life I deserve, she dies

With sullen eyes that beg for life
And lips that know no smile
That I live better than her, she cries.

So on my knees I plead
That an exchange be made
A life lost for a life gained, I pray

Maybe if i didn't exist
On my mother's feet, joy will persist
And God will kindly wipe away, 
The pain in my mother's eyes.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers October 4, 2024 at 9:28 AM Dear Abigail! Wow, this is incredibly powerful and heart-wrenching. I love how you use vivid imagery, like "Drops are flowing in streaks of blood" to paint such a raw emotional picture. The line "Filling my cup with deceit painted white" really hits hard, showing the complexity of a mother's love and sacrifice. Your exploration of guilt and the desire for self-sacrifice is deeply moving. Thought Provoking! - Autumn Blessings, My Friend, Daniel Abigail Cole December 18, 2024 at 9:30 PM Thank you Daniel