Poem -

Dear mum

Your face betrays nothing
Your eyes have almost become dark
I look at you and plead do not let me go
I only knew you as my mother not to long ago
Your face slowly begins to crack
The mask has slipped and I know your going to let go
I hold onto your arm tightly holding onto that strand of hope
My legs dangle from the cliff
And I wonder how I will cope …..
With the unforgivable rejection
That you have slowly speed around like a horrible infection
My heart aches for you mother
But why did you bother
If you always knew you would drop me back into my unforgettable hell
Where the demons dwell
And I get battered and beaten
But it's ok mother I know you didnt mean it
I will forgive you one day
But until that day
I will wait till you will come back and love and care for me again
(Love your daughter jade)

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mark stinson

wow.your writing is so deep and real and it really shows us other writers what an amazing gift you have being able to talk from your heart and being sencere in your writings makes you that much of a better poet. keep it up. your an inspiration .

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sparrowsong

Hello Jade...

Heart twister...

I hope she returns also...

​​​A very real and sad write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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