My mother


Linda is her name,
I had her picture in a frame,
I blame her everyday,
Because she didn't stay.
She left us,
When we was younger,
I was only thirteen,
She was still mean.
I just turned fifteen,
She still says,
The same ole thing,
She made us oh! So mad.
She said,
She would always love us,
See I say,
She said she couldn't stay.

inside I cry
for what once was
no rhyme no reason
no why because

  • Authors: mommabear28, Mike carter
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: February 6th, 2016 11:00
  • Limit: 10 stanzas
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  • Comment from author about the poem: This was my very first poem i ever written! I wrote it when i was 10yrs old. I just was sitting in school, and the words just came out on paper..just thought about my mom as i got older..
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 67

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