Best Motherold Poems
I hate you mum
You are so mean
Why do I need to keep so clean?
I don’t need to wash
Can’t you see
I don’t have time
I’m on the Wii
I hate you mum
Not sausages for tea
Mashed potato and baked beans
I want cake I want chocolate
Jelly and cream
You really are horrid
So old and so mean
I hate you mum
Why did you forget
To take my old jeans
To the launderette?
I was busy at school
You were only at work
Why didn’t you do it
You know how to hurt
I hate you mum
I’m not going to bed
You really are starting
To do in my head
Always telling me what to do
Homework and housework
They’re jobs for you.
I’m sorry mum
I’ve cut my knee
Please can we have
Sausages for tea?
Can I show you my book?
Will you teach me to cook?
Can I have a hug?
I love you mum
Tear stained cheeks, she paces the room
wondering how to make him happy...
happily ever never....this man's as bad as the last
Moonless sky overcast, she's peering through clouds so grey
praying tommorow is one of his good days
anguish is her surrogate lover, embracing the pain thats flowing
Mistreatment is her normalcy, what a life....
this isn't love! Is this love?
Broken by the pace of this life's broken record
repeatedly beaten, won't this song stop playing?
She's resorted to praying...But the only answers she hears
are those of his yelling down halls
Choking back sobs, she fixates on pleasing him
appeasing his evil, calming his monster
Memories of smiles seem impossibly distant
running barefoot, dirty summerdress
sun-filled days seemed magic and endless
pretending tiaras adorned her...
Mom yelled, diminishing the fantasy...her tears stopped me from running, playing
She pulled her daughter in, gripping too tightly
As if this girl's innocence would shield her
it does....in that she can escape in that genuine feeling
escape from that yelling from down the hall....He's so mad!
What had Mom done to displease him?
She lets go of her daughter...turns to play the old Victrola
that old song!! She remembers that record....she always will
She was Heaven's Glory
that old mother of mine
she taught me about
Jesus and all that He
did.
Sure I went to church
for many a year,
but never called
on Him till later.
But old mother
Heaven's Glory
had planted
the seed.
So in August
of 1982
the old seed
grew and
I called on
Jesus and
He saved me.
Mother I do
thank you
for planting
that seed,
because you
are Heaven's
glory.
wrote 9-12-08
"Ask Me That Question When I Get Older"
say no regrets
IS, is but a regrets
because to have a thing, is to miss, a thing
is to miss some of what can not be kept
of which had to be late (let) go
its keeps calling me in old reminders
and in old dreams
something of regrets, seems to keep reminding me
of all the many things that i regret...
aka:lyricvixen