"Happy Mother's Day to a mother who doesn't care."
I scoff to myself as I raise up a beer.
And as a gift I would like you to see,
the things you left behind when you fled.
You had three daughters that thought the world of you,
yet you left in a move that just couldn't be true.
You left in the night with you children waiting for you to come back,
and for the millionth time I wonder how our lives got so off track.
You were my mother—my best friend,
a person who I thought would love us to the very end.
I was the oldest, the one you gave all the responsibilities to,
I was all but a child taking care of them—it certainly wasn't you.
But for a second look down at your scars that an accident gave,
I love the idea of you and that is the person I crave.
At times I can't help but ask,
Are the things he offers you worth not even one look back?
Your no mother and I tell you this to be true,
because a real mother would never abandon her children
and everything she knew.
I am still pissed that from a distance you've got your claws in me,
messing with my thoughts and won't leave me be.
I urge you to repent for all the pain you have caused,
while I tend to the wounds left behind with peroxide and gauze.
You better find Jesus you hear what I say,
please just wipe the dust off the bible and pray.
And maybe someday when we are all dead and gone,
you would be able to look at us in our eyes
and tell us you are sorry for what you have done.
You may not deserve my forgiveness
But I am giving it to you anyway you see,
because I will not allow you
to have any more power over me.
I am letting you go—as hard as it may be,
because the person staring back at me in the mirror
just wants to be free.
About the Creator
Stephanie Lifton
Hi! You will soon find different varieties here. I am a writer and a poet, though I am still passing some stepping stones with this. I get wrapped up in the poem sometimes and it may turn out long in the end, so I apologize in advance. :3
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