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In My Mother's Shoes

Contributed by dvtpdw on Sunday, 27th November 2011 @ 05:50:36 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I lived in my mother's house until I was eighteen
She never really told me where she had been
I got an occasional look in to where she began
There were stories of the life from which she ran

I know that her childhood was destroyed at age ten
Her own mother was lost to her and that was when
I heard in her own voice a child filled with fear
Of how her father tore apart all she held dear

There were stories told when drink took over her voice
Of pain, of child abuse, of losing all free choice
She ran away to try to find a good life when she could
Working for families, looking for hope as well she should

Her path took a strange turn, meeting my father's shadow
He was a man of anger, in fear she was left to wallow
She spent the next eleven years hiding from his fists of hate
Beaten, scared, she tried so often to run away from this fate

Two children were born to them, their childhood never to be
The fights, the rages, the drunkeness, so much hate to see
When my father died, I thought then freedom was her option
She chose from path of habit, my father's life her adoption

I could not understand her ways, her hate of my own choices
When God called her home, my mind went over her voices
I think she was crushed from the time she lost her mother
She wanted more from life, especially for me and my brother

She missed out on so much, never even learned how to drive
I think she always wished she had learned how to be alive
I thought she never loved me, had maybe wished me dead
That maybe I was a waste, it always filled me with dread

I quietly close my eyes, breathe slowly, look back over the years
I put myself in her shoes, feel the pain, the fists, all her fears
I realize she was strong woman, a mother who withstood it all
I realize that she took all the bad so we both could stand tall

I know in my heart she loved me, and that I made her proud
I wish I could tell her, hug her tight, and shout so very loud
Mom, I love you, I'm glad you're the mother God gave to me
Look world, my mother was here, and was the best she could be

Copyright © dvtpdw ... [ 2011-11-27 17:50:36]
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Re: In My Mother's Shoes (User Rating: 1 )
by Banjosandwitch on Tuesday, 29th November 2011 @ 06:26:19 AM AEST
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deep and emotional life is never easy good luck for the future

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