To Mother (No Child Really Needs a Mother)
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 21)
copyright 09-23-2002
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Dedicated to my mother, and a letter she wrote years ago that I found in a chest with other papers my dad kept saying the real reason I've been suspecting my mothers wanted me. It confirmed I've been a tool to get child support since I was born. This is for her.
I walk along the pathway
Leading down that line
Debris from where we used to play
When your smile was with mine.
And yet now with 20/20
I look back only to see
What I thought was love aplenty
Was never any there for me
For atop a pile of ruins
That's in the cavern of my heart
There lies a little letter
That tore my soul apart
My brother was all you wanted
I was just for child support
Your tender touch a cool front
So neglect I couldn't report
And yet years later I learn
From a letter folded on the bedside chest
That money you thought you earned
Would be gained through me the best
So mother, I want to thank you
For shining one light true
No child really needs a mother
I, least of all, need you.
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hey Debra R. nice real nice. i feel your pain. and your frustration. even i know it is time to let go. so to your from me, feel free and have a cup of tea.
I'm really sorry, not everyone in the world is good. A parents relation is just physical, you don't have to love them, its the friendship that counts (it too bad true friends are hard to come by though)... Anyway I love your poem, it's so tragic, Autumn is right it must have been hard to write, (I know it would have beed for me)... *sigh*
Generalities are usually dangerous. It is often said there is no substitute for a Mother's love. In some cases there certainly isn't - nor is there a use for it (Mother's love)...
It is a hurt that one never quite gets over. You are not alone though. My mom betrayed me many years ago. When she finally died all I could feel was, "Thank God she can no longer hurt anyone."
That poem was a very meaningfull poem. I hope that your life wasn't that way. An if it was stop an think you never knew it before you read the letter. So possible could she have done something right? If it's not your life whoever gave you the inspiration you wrote it beautifully. Bravo! DIXIE LEE