To my mother..

Broken, is what I am.
And you don't even give a damn.
What did I ever do to you?
To deserve the kind of neglection you've been given me..

I will get my life back someday.
But first I have to pay
For your choice of leaving us behind
Dealing with the challenges you should face yourself.

Not us, your kids.
Old people have needs.
That's a fact. She needs her daughter like you should need us.
And do you know what? Sometimes we could even need a mother.




Poetry by gie
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Written on 2007-07-02 at 11:22

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