This life inside me,
Begins to blossom,
I know I’m supposed to be fortunate,
And yet tears fall from confused eyes.
I am your mother,
But you were not meant to be,
For you are spawn of a deamon,
The symbol of a haunting night.
Comes the question,
Do I embrace you?
Or let you part into the next world,
I know it’s not your fault.
But come the pledges of a madman,
Crying out, you must be kept,
Or we shall both meet our deaths,
It’s only a matter of time.
It has now come to this,
I lay on the nurse’s bench,
I only ask for your forgiveness,
As you part to the world of next.
It’s my way of protecting you,
From being born into a world of sin,
I would have loved you, I’m sorry,
But it’s for the best I’m sure.
Here are those tears once more,
As I cry for you again,
Father’s gone and alone I stand,
Missing you, I live, living this life.
By Tamara Dus (Copyright2008)
Author notes
This was written based on an event that happened a time ago.
As my poem states the child was unwanted because of a horrible inccident that happened.
Please give honest opinions, (exempting negativity!)
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Having been in this situation at one time I understand fully the intent of this poem. We have a child now 2 years old even though we never married. Well written.
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Wow. The flow and the message in the poem is written beautifully.
Great Write
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YOUR POEM IS WRITTEN BEAUTIFULLY,
I DON'T AGREE
THOUGH I HAVE NOT WALKED IN YOUR SHOES.
WRITTEN BEAUTIFULLY
GOD BLESS...
PONIESROCK
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though I disagree with your stance, this was beautiful.. excellent with passion and heart
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I can see that you write this with passion. such emotion. such a difficult topic to speak of, but you penned it well.
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ONE CAN SEE THIS IS FROM DEEP WITHIN YOUR HEART!!!
One sometimes is forced to make choices which are indeed difficult to make. Our choices remain in our hearts and thoughts forever.
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