The Love of a mother

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    The Love of a mother

    I wonder why my mother never loved me
    I was born in her image, just as she
    all i wanted was my mother's love
    mother,why can't you love me?i love you
    we are the same,i am you and you are me

    mother why can't you see me
    mother please look! it's me down here
    mother do you love me, you never see me
    mother you never call my name
    mother do you know me
    mother what is my name
    if you could only see me i know you would love me

    mother where are you when i cry out to you
    because i am afraid of the dark
    i lay still in my bed, afraid to move because i hear loud
    voices,i know you are being hurt by someone
    i hear you crying mother,i want to come to you and hold you
    i feel your pain mother,but you never talk to me only to call me girl, is that my name mother you never answer me
    why mother? i am you and you are me, we are one

    let me help you,i love you mother i don't want you to hurt anymore
    mother you never say you love me
    mother you never call my name, who am i please! tell me
    call my name so i can see how it feel, how it sound
    my mother,my me who am i somebody please! tell me who am i

    i want to know me, my mother or the girl that i am always called
    so i am a girl and i am called girl
    no love,no mother, nothing but a nobody called girl

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    peacefully commented on The Love of a mother

    05-14-2009

    Charlia, this is such a sad touching poem. I always had my mother's love, so I never knew what it would be like to not have it. After reading this, I can see how it would effect someone. This just should not happen to anyone. I pray that you have found a love that completes you and gives you the identification you long for. Actually the only love that I know that could take the place of a mother's love, is the unconditional love of Christ Jesus. He loves you as no other can.

    charlia

    06/29/2009

    THANK YOU SO MUCH,I AM GETTING BETTER EVERYDAY IT JUST THAT THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN IN MY LIFE, YOU SEE I LOST MY HUSBAND OF TWENTY FIVE YEARS. THE PART OF ME THAT MADE ME COMPLETE.I LIVE ONE DAY AT A TIME,I HAD A WONDERFUL LIFE WITH MY HUSBAND,HE WAS A WONDERFUL AND LOVING MAN, I'VE ALWAYS HAD GOD IN MY LIFE BEING A CHILD I GUESS I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND, I JUST WANTED MY MOTHER. WHEN I WRITE I WRITE ABOUT MY PAIN. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING, IT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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