Are You My Mom?

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Dear Helen,

 

I used to wonder why you left;

Why I was never enough

I would cry myself to sleep

Thinking of your hollow smiles,

 

haunted eyes,

 

bruised arms,

 

and broken promises.

 

Your children, all four, were not a priority.

You were "sick" they said,

Yet every time someone offered to help

You slipped right back into old habits,

 

ignoring,

 

Dismissing,

 

And repudiating.

 

I came from your very womb,

Blossomed from a seed to a flower,

Yet I have never been your child

I was always too much,

 

Too demanding,

 

Too young,

 

And too needy.

 

The last time I saw you,

You were high as a kite

You acted like a child;

You never grew up, it seems

 

And I did.

 

Love, your princess

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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