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discoveries of my own mother

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited June 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the dark clouds cover her like a big cold blanket
shielding the warmth of the sun
and wondering why she chose the paths
she did...
she doesn't love him anymore.
but in the eyes of her children she damns herself
for such regrets and stays
in such a home that appears happy on the surface
she stays, she stays
never to leave, never to hurt her babies.
her little suns, her little blossoms
they're existence leads to him... the one she has fallen
out of love with
each day she looks forlorn or sad or angry or
just.. halfdead
even her children cannot seem to cheer her
for they have grown
and they are pulling away..
pulling away from her like her heart has done
like her soul that has changed it's feelings
and she furrows and she squints
because she cannot understand what went wrong
and where her heart strayed
too young to marry was she
too young for the children she had back then
she was too young
and now she's old with marks of telling worry
all on her face,
with her youth escaped... with her dreams never chased
the gray hairs adorn her once fair brunette hair
and all she has to remember her youth
are the pictures of her 19 year old wedding day,
her memories don't seem to help anymore...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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Comments

  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh j...

    this is so good

    i mean... the capture


    thank you so much :)
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    oh j...

    this is so good

    i mean... the capture


    thank you so much :)

    thanks sweetpea!
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    This is your best poem yet.

    :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i agree with fins :)
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    I third that motion....very well written Jes, although it made me sad that your mother feels that way. Maybe one day she will feel that sort of love again.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    jessie.. what can i say.. this is a very beautiful, albeit very sad, poem and thank you for sharing ..

    i can relate becuz i know that there was much regret in my mother's heart at about 45 .. however, as my parents grew much older, a new love developed .. i want to think that anyway.. and before my mother passed away, i knew that the love between the two of them was very strong..

    make sure you tell your mother how much you love her.. :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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