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    Mom

    SITTING IN A DARK ROOM BY MYSELF. A ROOM FILLED WITH MEMORIES OF PAIN HEARTACHE AND BETRAYAL AND THE SOURCE IS YOU. MEMORIES THAT TELL THE TRUTH OF MY LIFE, A LIFE THAT WAS NOT GRAND A PAINFUL LIFE AND THE SOURCE OF THAT LIFE IS YOU.AND IN THAT DARK ROOM I SIT AS THE MEMORIES SENDS FLASHBACKS OF THE HORRIBLE LIFE I WAS LIVING WITH YOU AND ALL MY FLAWS I HAD AND THE SOURCE OF MY FLAWS IS YOU. THE REASON I HURT NOW IS BECAUSE OF YOU NOT BECAUSE OF THE LIFE I WAS LIVING WITH YOU BUT THE LIFE IM LIVING NOW WITHOUT YOU. THE SOURCE OF THIS PAIN IS YOU.

    ALL BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE MY MOTHER, ALL BECAUSE I MISS YOU AND I MISS THE DAYS WE SPENT TOGETHER EVEN IF THEY WERE BAD OR HARD ATLEAST I HAD YOU, ATLEAST I HAD MY MOTHER TO COME HOME TO AND TO TELL ME THAT SHE LOVED ME. AND NOW IN THIS DARK ROOM THAT IS EMPTY I REALIZE THAT IT IS A REFLECTION OF MY LIFE NOW. ALL BECAUSE I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT YOU,BECAUSE I MISS YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND EVEN THOUGH I DONT SAY IT ALL THE TIME I CARE ABOUT YOU AND I WANT YOU IN MY LIFE. AND I FEAR THAT I MAY NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I FEAR YOU MAY DIE BEFORE I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU ONE MORE TIME. MOM I LOVE YOU AND EVEN IF YOU NEVER HEAR ME SAY IT AGAIN I HOPE IN YOUR HEART YOU REALIZE IT AND KNOW THAT I NEVER INTENDED FOR US TO END UP THIS WAY. YOU WERE MY ALL AND YOU STILL ARE....I LOVE YOU T-BONE.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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