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To Be Like You

You have the eyes of the innocent I can see that your heart is pure Which means to me that I shall Follow you all the days of my life And copy in all that you do I shall mimic everything about you I should wear my hair as you do I will wear my clothing as you do For my mother once told me If I want to get to heaven Then I must be more like you Does this mean my own mother Loves you more than she loves her blood If in fact, this is so then I should follow you All the days of my long, long, lonely life Yes, in fact, I should want to be you Now I will sit, think, and plot to be like you In fact, I will put a spy cam on you to know Just exactly what you are up to when alone I must be careful that you don't see what I do There are those who take it the wrong way Then, in fact, one day I will become you Then my mother will love me too! Sept. 9, 2010, Monday 6 pm

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Niall Fulham

Date: 4/11/2017 5:17:00 PM

I have a hidden talent inside of me called empathy , thanks Debbie for writing this lovely write .

Duke Beaufort

Date: 2/26/2017 10:16:00 AM

It's sad when we are brought to this. The way you express this feeling is the crown of frustration. This is what happens when we have no way to find relief from insidious abuse and you have captured it so well. It's very powerful.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/5/2015 4:10:00 PM

By the way, we love you for who you are! No need to change at all. I also hope you love yourself with all your heart. And also, hi!!! The mother in this work has it all wrong. Would she say, when she was pleased, "The relatives would be very proud of you" instead of "I love you"?

Jeremy Street

Date: 4/15/2014 1:04:00 PM

Yes, This Does Strongly Echo Jennifer As Bridgett's Melding Amid Her 'Single White Female's' Theatric Portrayal In Such...Time As Tide Has Spelled Countless Reflections Given From That It's Shattered Glass These, Fragile Minds Ever Teetering Atop Sanity's Lines....Tumbling Unto The Abyss Through Tombs She Cries To Escape This Night ? Sssssssh: `Peace, Be Still!`....Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry....Love, Jeremy *

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 7/26/2013 5:25:00 PM

A very moving, touching piece. You were right on this- I love it! Always, Laura

Debbie Duncan
Date: 8/19/2013 3:20:00 AM

Thank you for reading Laura ;}

Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/10/2013 5:04:00 PM

I have a couple of things in my own past which seem to come to mind at inopportune times. It had to be at a critical point and due to the nature of the brain when young an vulnerable. These "things" are seemingly impossible to shed. However, more and more I try to think of a huge red "X" to superimpose on these thoughts when the tape starts to run again. I loved your poem and appreciate your comments always.

Debbie Duncan
Date: 6/10/2013 7:38:00 PM

Thank you Duke ;}

Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/10/2013 5:01:00 PM

Debbie, When I was a youngster my parents laughingly teased me about "Percival". He was the imaginary perfect kid who was going to replace me. I didn't find it funny after a number of repetitions. At first, here I thought perhaps you mom was referring to a religious icon. However, when you write about a spy cam, it made me think of a neighbor or friend of some kind. Now, you know I think you are a remarkable person in your own right. I know the things that happen to us when young persist.

Debbie Duncan
Date: 6/10/2013 7:37:00 PM

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/15/2013 11:38:00 PM

This is a very unique poem. It makes me want to know who this person was that your mother loved more than you?? Let me know , will you? It is a sad one and really inspires thought.

Debbie Duncan
Date: 2/15/2013 11:47:00 PM

Thank you for reading ;}

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 4/8/2012 10:21:00 AM

Really sad but oh so well written really pulling the heart strings and oh to know the deep perfect love of God, thats indeed a prize, may it be so. God bless, Gordon

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 4/2/2012 7:50:00 AM

Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Debbie. Love, Carol

Susan Palli

Date: 11/15/2010 11:49:00 PM

Heart wrenching words.(I'll write you on Soupmail)

Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/15/2010 4:18:00 AM

Sad one..That is one of the saddest that I have read in a while..God loves you as you are for his love is unconditional...He says that you are unique one of a kind...An awesome spirit being of magnificiant worth as a person...Truly loved of God ..There is none like you and never has been or never will be..You are awsome...Sara