“Mum” – a poem
I called you.
I told you
things you didn't want to hear.
You cried,
but would you rather I lied?
I told you
we loved you,
but when I put down the phone
I cried.
I'm sorry you're alone.
I told you
things you didn't want to hear.
You cried,
but would you rather I lied?
I told you
we loved you,
but when I put down the phone
I cried.
I'm sorry you're alone.
Labels: poetry
permalink posted by * (asterisk) at 10:05 AM
6 Comments:
that is soooo good. hope it all works out for the best between you all.
not going to say too much cos it's none of my business, only this,
he's your dad.
she's your mum.
that is forever.
no need to be glum.
see, i can be poetic too.
going for a lie down now. my head hurts.
Asterisk, you did the right thing. Your mum will have better days.
I'm sending *hugs*
your mom might not have better days ..so watch out for her..
She's probably feeling like another woman has stepped into her life and taken over...
Your mum may not come round to understanding why you feel the way you do. to her you're probably looking like you are making friends with the enemy. You can't deal with her betrayal for her.
Yer poor mum, but still would it hurt her less for you to hide your “liking” for this woman and then have her [mum] find out that you actually do like her later on. I think not. Still, not easy on anyone, especially your mum.
You utter bastard. That made me cry.
Stop it.
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