Memories This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

December 17, 2008
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And I remember she wouldn’t wake up.
Her lips were mushed together in a
Horrible shade of red
They buried my mother in a white dress
And red lips.
And she couldn’t see.
Where are your glasses, Mommy?
And still at sixteen I bring them to my face
And peer through the distorted murky lenses
To see what she saw
Maybe one day …
And I remember it hitting me
Like it does every day
When I hear them all talk and complain about their
“Horrible” mothers
What’s it like to have a mother
I’d give anything to know,
Or at least for them to know how lucky they are.
They know.
And I remember she wouldn’t sit up
And I dreamed of a stuffing machine because
Someone whispered by my ear she was
Cut in half and stuffed
And it made no sense
And still at sixteen I wonder
What happened to my mother?
And I remember her faintly
She doesn’t even smile in my dreams anymore
And I wonder if she’ll ever be proud of me
If she’d ever approve of me
And who I’ve become
The things I’ve seen
The things I’ve done
And I remember her singing
Though I can’t hear her voice
The only happy Christmas I hold on to
Every year
Maybe one day it’ll come back
I used to think
Maybe one day she’d come back
And still at sixteen I hope
Maybe one day she’ll come back …
And I remember she wouldn’t wake up
Not even to say good-bye.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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rachelmueller said...
Jun. 1, 2009 at 5:01 pm
i thought the words spoke much! the way you wrote this had my heart squeezing in pain! it brought tears to my eyes and made me glad i have a mom no matter how mean she can be i still love you
SilverDawn said...
Jun. 1, 2009 at 1:49 am
this poem is amazing. the sad mood is set from the very first line and I love the "And I remember" startings. i'm sorry about your mother.
Olivea said...
May 26, 2009 at 10:26 pm
this was so beautiful, it made me cry
Maxine said...
May 24, 2009 at 2:05 pm
thet is really pretty!
MZ123 said...
May 24, 2009 at 3:20 am
so touching.. it makes me appreciate my mother and how she felt when her mom died from cancer my eyes watered up please continue to write
hi2340 said...
May 21, 2009 at 5:17 pm
aleats you guys got to know your mom i nver got to know mine or if i even had any
a_a said...
May 21, 2009 at 4:08 pm
omg thats so pretty i really like it its so preety it reached my heart i feel like crying rite now its so preety that i want to hug some one right now and cry on their shoulders
thanks for the poem
it really got me thinkin of things things
JasmineForever said...
May 21, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I loved your poem it made me cry. It's really a great poem i love every word written!
writer2b said...
May 20, 2009 at 11:25 am
Elle S. said...
May 19, 2009 at 10:59 pm
Your piece is alot like my life. My mother died when i was 7. i didn't know what to do or say. It's hard, harder then alot of people imagine. I'm sorry about your mother. But i hope you realize like i did that eventually, we all go back to the place where it all began. i miss my mom too. Your writing is amazing and uplifting.
MissMyChem said...
May 19, 2009 at 9:48 pm
Really Really well put together! love it!
My class is doing a poetry website hunt, and tennink was on the list to pick your favorite poem from teenink and describe it in detail.
I'm definetly picking yours!!!
Sarah C. said...
May 18, 2009 at 9:25 pm
This was great, it reminds me of someone close that I knew, she was like a mother to me. But it's true, people should really realize how great it is to have a mother, then to not have one.
Brooke M. said...
May 17, 2009 at 9:08 pm
That was awesome!
You deserved to be published in the magazine.
Will you please read my poem? THANKS!
It's about my parents divorce.
Tamara*Monta said...
May 17, 2009 at 4:03 am
*WOW* That was soo good. I can truly relate to this poem because my dad died when I was 9 months old. So I really never knew him because I was so little. The part I liked was when you were talking about people saying their parent or mom was horrible. You can only wonder what it would be like to have a mom or dad and you wanna tell them how lucky they are and they just dont understand. This poem truly touched my heart. It was a greatly amazing poem... <3 Tamara <3
madegclover6 said...
May 16, 2009 at 1:11 am
that was really moving i lost a parent so i get what u mean. keep writing!
KiKi3 said...
May 15, 2009 at 12:50 pm
Your poem is so beautiful. I lost my mother when I was four, so I can truly relate. Keep writing!!
jlacey said...
May 14, 2009 at 2:58 pm
I lost my mom when I was 17. Needless to say that I can relate to this poem. Its beautifully written.
MariaMarie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 14, 2009 at 1:17 am
Very good, very sad. Nice theme.
madegclover6 said...
May 13, 2009 at 4:04 am
thats really good i can relate to this
Emily D. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 12, 2009 at 12:19 am
great poem! I truly mean it. You're a talented writer; keep at it. Check out my poem, The Fog if you like. It has a similar theme.
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