No words hurt so much
As a grown child’s words
Spoken in anger
Filled with hate
No one's actions hurt so much
As a mature child’s actions
Done in the heat of the moment
Filled with loathing
No one can break your heart
Like a grown child
Who imagines a wrong
And suddenly hates you
For to give all your love
To them, from birth to infinity
And to be their whole world
For most of their life
Then to be worth spit to them
It is the most heartbreaking of them all.
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I'm so sorry if this happened to you 🥺 This is one of the reasons I don't wanna have children. I don't wanna hurt myself in this way.
Oh, my God....have you glimpsed into my heart of hearts? I agree with The Invisible Writer. You touched the heart of aged mothers with an unspeakable truth
Heartbreaking. Makes me remember to watch my words. Thank you.
I felt this. Really felt this. Grown Children can hurt you, and frustrate you. Sometimes I ask where is the child who thought I was perfect when they looked up at me with young little eyes. Where is my best friend and who is this person who questions my advice and gets angry when I don't agree with them? lol But still that love persists no matter how old they get. They are still our children. Sorry for rambling
so deep and emotional
Oh, this cuts so deep
Heartbreaking. A mother's hope is always that her children will love her.
That is indeed heartbreaking. As a mother of now adult son, I hope I will never have to go through that. Powerful poem.
A Mother's love for her Child is pure and pious