I'm a child and you're my mother
Don't be looking to any other
Look at me and what I can do
I'll love you back. My love is true
You gave me life, this breath of mine
You gave me promises that I'd be fine
But then you left, you closed the door
Not in England anymore
You walked away at my time of need
And now again you're all I need
Your love was conditional on so many matters
It often left me lost, in tatters
I hope you're now working through it all
I no longer want to be made to feel small
When we're both whole, once again
Maybe, you'll get in touch... I don't know when?
Maybe it'll be soon, maybe tomorrow
There's no longer time for sorrow.
For now, I'll be a Mum instead of a daughter
and focus on the running water
*You know the stuff that flows under the bridge*
The same bridge that would go from here to you
If I got on a plane and to you I flew
For now I will ponder where we went wrong
and hope that it won't be too long
So think of me, while I think of you,
and when we meet again, let it all be new!
Written today 11th December 2013 by Me - Original work!
I read this today: The Bully Too Close to Home by Hands Free Mama.
I started to read it as a Mum, and it spoke to me because yesterday Aaron told me I am always stressed and always angry (I'm not, but obviously it is frequent enough for him to comment).
But on second read, I read it as a daughter. One who has experienced unconditional love, who wants things to be so very different!
So as you can see, reading that blog post, inspired the poem I wrote straight after. When I am feeling emotional, a poem only takes me about 10 minutes as it just flows straight out of me, like running water. I don't write the sort of poems where you sit there chewing a pen, considering the next line - just not me.
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