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A Mothers Love

The yelling and screaming I hear
As I come near
Down the hall Mom makes the bed
Hearing the voices in her head
The disease no help

As I hear the horror and yelps

I run in through the house

Only quite like a mouse

Seeing my father gropping my mothers throat

I attack Dad to save mothers hopes

Scratching and punching in anger

I see my dad, always hated her

Why? I think you hurt us so?

When we allready know!

Your killing my mom,

Why don't you leave like such a con?

Don't hurt us no more !

Reaching for an iron to hurt his core

He stops his violent frenzie in a hurry

Slow speech becoming weary

He falls to the ground

Making not a sound

Mom falls as well to the other  side

Only it's her last breathe goodbye

Me with tears in my eyes

Loosing both my parents to fate

Only left alone, but my hate

One week later in my dress of black

My smile a lack

To burry my parents bodies in a grave

While death has his haze

I lost my mom because of him

I'll fight on without her till the end

Loving her always even in disease

She will be my heart at ease . . . .

 

Author notes

Option 1, please and thank you for letting me in your contest. This one is dedicated to my mother, Tammy Sue Nightengale who has diabetes and Schechafrenia. She is encapable to survive on her own, and the disease has no cure. SO I pray for her the world will come up with a cure. For one all my life I seen my mother in a state of sadness, helplessness, and terror by society. I want to see my real mom, not someone who is controlled by people she sees who aren't real at all. I want this before she takes her last breathe more than anything. She's the only mom I got, and lord give her a chance at life and with me. thank you. She was abused for a while to by the family and my father causing more of her trauma state. This is my inspiration for this piece.

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  • coderre
    June 24, 2007
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    god um i didnt think it was that bad(your parents and all)my bad for belittleingthe problem. mine wernt that bad. keep writing


  • Bruised.Roses
    June 23, 2007

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    I'm so sorry for your pain...but this was a well written poem with loads of emotion. I can't relate fully to this as my mother is not Schechafrenic but she does have a drug problem and when she was high she used to come and tell me about things she saw and how afraid of the, she was until I got rid of it for her.....it was sad to see her so helpless and fragile...so I could only imagine how you must feel...keep fighting...and keep writting...

    thank you for entering and good luck
    xoxoxo
    Tash