A Response to a Note
by
Deone Wiley
copyright 09-30-2005
Age Rating: 18 to 127
You wrote, and I quote
"I'm sorry. I could not cope.
If you had only loved me a little more."
Loved you more? Oh, God!
What more could I have done,
Or done differently to show you?
I gave you everything you asked for.
I tried
With every touch you pulled away.
"Someone is looking," you would say.
Or "not now" or "Don't!" or give a glance
To lance my heart.
So now I'm left
to cope with memories and emptiness.
I'll use your college fund to bury you
and cry my silent tears alone
And wish I knew and wonder
what I could have done differently.
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I am so sorry, how sad. I hope I never have to feel that kind of pain. I have three small children and I could never imagine anyone of them ever not being in my life. They are with their father for a while and that alone is taking its toll on me but it is good that you have found an outlet to express such deep emotions. Thank you for sharing. Good job
My children always hated the rules and rebelled against them every chance they got, but they are grown now. They tell me about the things that shock them about raising their own children and the fact that they catch themselves saying the same things that I said to them. As a parent we try to teach good values and hope they will learn. God has a plan and he calls us when he is ready. I can't say that I know how you feel for all my children are here with me still, but there was a time when I divorced my first wife and did not see my oldest two children and it was terrible. I am sorry for your loss and hope that you are reunited in Heaven! Anthony
The heart will never stop bleeding for the love of a child. We give them everything they want, perhaps our first mistake, then, they never had enough and they just walk away, leaving behind a heap of tears and a feeling far removed. This poem is dripping with tears of desperation. Excellent imagery of a mother's broken heart. You accented your sentiments with, "I'll use your college fund to bury you and cry my silent tears alone." This line is the poem itself, in a nutshell! My style, my kind of poem!