She left
She left not only once
but twice
the first time wasn't too nice
and the other with cowardice
I thought I was a disgrace
but it was the "maternal" one who couldn't say anything to my face
I was alone
because she wouldn't pick up the phone
Although, someone did
Jesus Christ
someone who died for my sins
and who rose again
Now I am loved
I came home
to my father
the one who picked up the phone
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Author:
izzo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My mother abandoned me younger for drugs. I hated her. Actually, I hated her for years for doing that to me and my family. Just recently, I found that this hatred inside of me was not helping me do what I love, helping others. There was only one who could actually help me, Jesus Christ himself
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Comments3
WELCOME IZZO ~ Thanks for a very emotional and spiritual first poem ! Always remember "God is still on the PHONE ~ And he will remember His own ~ His promise is true He will not forget you ~ Cos GOD is still on the phone ! Thanks for sharing every Blessing ~ BRIAN
Thank you so much! That is true. God is still on the phone and he will always be:)
Great write very powerful and expressive
Your beyond special. and you deserve so much more than what your mother gave you.
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