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Prose - I Made My Mother Cry

Updated on August 7, 2011

As his mother’s life ended
He could only push her away
The rush to change
Overwhelmed her this day
Freedom became his family
He didn’t want her around
With separation upon her
Her tears made no sound
He didn’t know
And he wouldn’t listen
But now he realizes
He sentenced her to prison
The end of childhood
And of a family
He would not think of it
His callousness the crushing reality
As she sat on the bed
Of his new home
He asked her to leave
And she felt so alone
She gave her life
He could not spare a minute
It was his life now
He didn’t want her in it
Instead of love
He substituted pain
Instead of understanding
He left a stain
On her heart
And on his own character
He ignored her lessons
All he could do was reject her
He now sees the coming storm
Of his own heart's demise
Will his children remind
Of his mother’s cries?
A young man’s heart
Can be so cold
And in his time of warming
Never has he felt so old
In his lifetime
His every helping hand
Is no measure
Compared to the falling sand
That told of time ending
Long ago
For her
Because it was he who said so


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Binaya - Thank you... yeah it was a tough time for her. I'm just telling the truth here.... It was not my finest moment.

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      Binaya.Ghimire 6 years ago

      So painful but beautifully written.

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      The prodigal son... but the good one will be resentful....

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      Joanie 6 years ago

      Something I read a long time ago that was so true to me:

      A mother of several children was asked which one was her favorite. She replied: The one that is sick until he is well; the one who is troubled until he is at peace; the one who is away until he is home.

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      Joanie 6 years ago

      Our children give us the greatest joy and can give the greatest pain. I feel that the love for our children is the only human love that is unshakable and everlasting. But, we have to let them go. Eighteen years they are with us and then they are gone. You made that break from home with seeming ease for whatever the reason. That's really the way it should be with our children. I don't have to forgive you for that day, but I am happy you remember it in this way. A gift for me.

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Well Mom I've been wanting to write something for you but it had to happen when the feeling was there... and something stirred me to say this... I've known of this a long time but it was time to say it.... I don't want forgiveness because I did what I did and I have to live with it... it's better that I do and remember because sometimes forgiveness opens the door for repeat behavior... But I know you forgive me because that is who you are....

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      Joanie 6 years ago

      You bet it made me cry....I am speechless

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @ubanichijioke - Thank you my friend... it's just a son who took far too long to understand how his callous behavior hurt others....

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 6 years ago from Lagos

      Such an emotion-laden and sad poem. Take good care

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Teddletonmr - Thank you... if it is powerful it is because it is a true story and is something I've carried with me a long time. I hurt my mother and only cared about when the party would start.

      @resspenser - Thank you. I think poetry is a tough read. Ironically I have a hard time reading poetry too... it's usually deep and can turn your mood down and most people don't want that. They already have enough problems in their life. But poetry can at least communicate that we all have our problems. You are not alone.

      @breakfastpop - That is a very kind thing to say. I truly appreciate it. I've not sent this to my mother yet. It'll make her cry again probably...

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      breakfastpop 6 years ago

      I am speechless. Well done.

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      Ronnie Sowell 6 years ago from South Carolina

      Excellent job. I almost never read poetry, I'm too shallow I guess. Glad I read this one! Voted up and awesome.

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      Mike Teddleton 6 years ago from Midwest USA

      Well stated, powerful and true to life.

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank each of you (nighthag, QudsiaP1 & Micky)... this is about the day my parents dropped me off at college long ago. My parents were soon to divorce and I was oblivous to this. Years later my Dad told me how they stayed together just for the kids and my leaving was the beginning of the end of their marriage. I only wanted to party and meet my new friends and my mother just sat on the bed in my dorm and didn't want to leave. I had the cold heart....

      nighthag - I am very gratified that this had the impact on you that you describe.

      QudsiaP - yes life is like that at times; I hate that I was the one who made life hard on my mother.

      Micky - Yeah... I did fail in the bottom of the 9th. I couldn't spare her a moment to ease through a difficult time for her because it was all about me, me, me....

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      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      This reminds me of a failure. It's sad. It seemed inevitable. The wheels were grinding. The writing was on the wall. Yet- it seems like such a stupid thing I did. I let happen. Could I have prevented this? And I reek of regret. Add it to the pile. I struck out out in the bottom of the 9th - again. God bless brother.

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      QudsiaP1 6 years ago

      That is how life is; sometimes one realises things only to realise it is a bit too late. Wonderfully put.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      This was a powerful read so full of emotion that I had to reread it before commenting and I still feel a bit speechless, so simply put wow I am so voting this up