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Poem: Unforgivably Forsaken

Updated on December 4, 2011


"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." -- Tenneva Jordan

"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." -- Agatha Christie

Unforgivably Forsaken

-- a poem about the sadness behind the relationship between a mother and a daughter. The desire of acceptance the daughter seeks from her mother but never receives.

From womb to life you gave to me

The only love I thought would always be

Nurture and behold

Care so bold

Teachings, get-togethers and more

Dreams built as high as they could soar

But here I am alone and loveless

I never thought our bond would be submerged in chaoticness

The warmth of your heart, the smell of your skin

No longer lives in my memory, only a distant dream

Surrounded by the bleak murky waters of your unrelenting hate

You don't realize I am drowning and soon it will be too late

Sorry for not being who you always wanted me to be

A hope that diminished as far back as you can see

Through watery eyes I see you

You look past me, as if you don't have a clue

Lies, deceit and mistrust

My heart is vacant, there's only the settling of dust

Can't no longer dictate what I do

Throw the blame on me, it's what makes you you

Love me, love me

Don't forsake me

Go with it, accept it

Don't reveal it

Many ways to be ok but you choose no

I can't help if your world is so cold

You now breathe for another, someone I can't understand

For it is me you birthed and guided with a loving hand

Does it not mean anything? I once was the one

Who defended you and shielded you from the pointed gun

The gun of pain, tears and abuse

I was the one there but now you want to accuse

A stranger now takes my place

Your mockery could never be me, I can never be erased

It makes no sense, the craziness of today

We are officially broken there's nothing more you can say

As a mother now, I am devoted to my little one

She is the blood in my veins, the shine in my sun

Never will I be able to do what you have done to me

That's not a cry or even a plea

As long as I live I will stand by her unconditionally

More than words, more than promises, it's a thread embedded in me

So thank you mother for all the things you taught

How not to be is sometimes more important than anyone thought

To you I leave my innocence and youth

And this last line that is not untrue

I once was your little girl, but now I am altered

Grown up, and a mom but no longer your daughter


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      Stephanie 6 years ago from New York

      PDXKaraokeGuy, thanks for comment and taking the time to read my poem.

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      Justin W Price 6 years ago from Juneau, Alaska

      terrible story but lovely poem. The rhyming couplets were a very nice touch. Voted up!

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      Stephanie 6 years ago from New York

      Rosemay50, it's a sad scenario because every little girl (and even beyond childhood) needs a mom. Mine was there in the early part but now as an adult she chooses not to be because of my life decisions. I thought a mother was supposed to love you no matter what. Our daughters I'm sure are the apple of our eye, there's a future to look forward to..Thanks for stopping by.

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      Rosemary Sadler 6 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      I can somewhat relate to this poem. My mom was a mom between the ages of 4 and 11. 7 years, that sums up my mom. But like you I had my own daughter to cherish.

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      Stephanie 6 years ago from New York

      Thanks for stopping by snakeslane. It's the first poem I've published and its nice to see positive feedback.

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      Verlie Burroughs 6 years ago from Canada

      This is the saddest story. I love the way you presented the irreversible conclusion, with the bright note being the love for the child, and the ability to carry on. Regards, snakeslane