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Maria Dudley Poem
These long days of summer
seemed longer than most,
and I recount the changes
as the season draws closed.
You turned a year older
and learned how to drive.
You tried some new things;
God knows how you survived.
You learned about friendship
and boundaries were drawn.
You learned about trust
and who you could count on.
I sat back and listened.
I tried not to spy.
I watched as your heart broke
and I tried not to cry.
I witnessed the changes
as the distance kept growing
until you drifted away
without even knowing.
As your mom I can see things
that you can't understand
because your heart's still a child
though your body, a man.
This summer brought changes;
so many it seems,
but the greatest of all
is between you and me.
I'll fight for my little boy.
I will hold tight your hand
and help you traverse
your path to a man.
It's going to get bumpy;
This road isn't smooth,
but if we're steadfast together,
the reward will be huge.
I don't want to lose you
and I won't let you fail
so one step at a time.
Inhale. Exhale.
Copyright © Maria Dudley | Year Posted 2019
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Maria Dudley Poem
Before too long my darling
you'll be lacing down your boots;
You'll come walking through this front door
And find solace in your roots.
All this love will find you
and the hurt will slip away
And then before you know it,
it'll be just another day.
Laughter will fall across your face
and friends will seek your presence;
Life will come full circle
and you'll laugh at this depression.
That steel home you are riding
with its bells and rock and rolling
Is a temporary resting spot
for the boy that's always going.
Soon you'll untie those laces;
you'll rest your head upon this home,
and never for one second
will you ever feel alone.
Copyright © Maria Dudley | Year Posted 2016
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Maria Dudley Poem
There's a girl that's always glaring;
She laughs and smirks and stares
No matter where I ever go
She seems to be right there.
Wherever I have tried to run
Or however far that place,
When the crowd is thin or I'm alone
I always see her face.
She awakes in me a passenger;
A darkness deep within.
The part of me I try to hide;
My secrets I keep hidden.
She's a stranger, but I know her;
There's something in her eyes.
It's her honesty I'm fighting.
The truth to all my lies.
With a glimpse of her I'm shaken;
Like a little kid again.
My fists clench up with anger
And I'm crawling in my skin.
For seven years I've seen her;
I'm not quite sure what for,
But it's time for me to face her
I won't run anymore.
I forgive her for the tortured years;
I forgive her for the pain.
I will love her gently like a child
Because she is Me by name.
Copyright © Maria Dudley | Year Posted 2016
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Maria Dudley Poem
Right from the start, love meant pain
and as she grew, it turned to shame.
I cried for the infants corrupted youth.
I cried for the mother not knowing the truth.
She lived in the shadows made from her life
full of darkness, fear, and strife.
I cried for the toddlers innocence lost.
I cried for the sitter and the pain he caused.
She walked down a very lonely road
and carried the hurt all alone.
I cried for the girl confused and scared.
I cried for the father not being there.
Demons corrupted her; tore her apart.
They haunt her memories and fill her heart.
I cried for the teenager baring the load.
I cried for the rapist she'll never let go.
A life of secrets built these walls;
tear-stained pillows; unanswered calls.
I cried for the woman and her world of hurt
I cried till my tears washed away all this dirt.
Copyright © Maria Dudley | Year Posted 2016
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Being a Mom doesn’t come with instruction.
It doesn't have a reward system
And most of the time you give more than you get.
Being a Mom has made me break and has made me strong.
It brought heartache and pride
And more often than not, I fell asleep with my pillow wet.
Being a Mom comes from deep inside one's soul.
Having a baby doesn't define us,
But enduring every struggle and every tiny victory does.
Being a Mom is the hardest hat I've ever worn.
It is selfless and exhausting
If after falling down a thousand times, we still get back up.
Being a Mom means you will feel a special kind of pain.
A hurt that has no words
And still we will love with our wounds wide open.
Being a Mom is not for the faint of heart.
It requires us to be steadfast
Even when love in return, is most often left unspoken.
Copyright © Maria Dudley | Year Posted 2019
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