Debbie Duncan Poet Free verse

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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Duke Beaufort February 26, 2017 at 10:16 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 August 5, 2015 at 4:10 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 April 15, 2014 at 1:04 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 July 26, 2013 at 5:25 PM A very moving, touching piece. You were right on this- I love it! Always, Laura Debbie Duncan August 19, 2013 at 3:20 AM Thank you for reading Laura ;}

Duke Beaufort June 10, 2013 at 5:04 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 June 10, 2013 at 7:38 PM Thank you Duke ;}

Duke Beaufort June 10, 2013 at 5:01 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 June 10, 2013 at 7:37 PM ;}

Andrea Dietrich February 15, 2013 at 11:38 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 February 15, 2013 at 11:47 PM Thank you for reading ;}

Gordon Mcconnell April 8, 2012 at 10:21 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 April 2, 2012 at 7:50 AM Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Debbie. Love, Carol

Susan Palli November 15, 2010 at 11:49 PM Heart wrenching words.(I'll write you on Soupmail)

Sara Kendrick November 15, 2010 at 4:18 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