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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.

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waving_or_drowning said...
Jul. 11, 2012 at 2:07 pm
This poem is so beautiful, please keep writing
Alixchica66 said...
Jun. 30, 2012 at 7:23 pm
Mike, Like so many of the others who commented on this, I also know what it is like to grow up without a mother.  The words in this poem went straight through my eyes and into my heart. Great job <3
TheWhiteFlower said...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 9:26 pm
I loved it please write more
tayrobin said...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 7:47 am
this is absolutely amazing. sent shivers down my spine.
Sarah1517 said...
Jun. 26, 2012 at 5:41 pm
Positively gave me goosebumps. Awesome!
Viktoriya M. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 3, 2012 at 4:49 pm
Very beautiful !!  Loved it !
somerandomperson said...
May 18, 2012 at 12:17 am
i feel the same way abou tmy dad i wish he would come back and people underestamate having one
Tiaya01 said...
May 11, 2012 at 4:52 pm
i enjoyed this alot, i often wondered what my half brothers and sister felt gorwing up with out their father and i was the one raised by him...
loveroffashionandwriting said...
May 10, 2012 at 7:03 pm
Incredible! I loved the word choice and description you used
im_me said...
May 7, 2012 at 10:12 pm
This Poem reminds me of my brother and mother and father and how hard it is to live without them. This is an amazing poem. :)
lucasloveswriting said...
May 2, 2012 at 12:56 pm
thats good...thats really good :) fantastic, wonderful job :D
Haim :P said...
Apr. 30, 2012 at 10:41 am
This poem was absolutely amazing! It made the reader realize, "what has this person been through in their life and yet I complain about mine?" The fluency of the poem made the reader be involved while reading. Keep writing! You have a great talent.
Bethany V. said...
Apr. 27, 2012 at 10:46 am
This poem makes me image what it would be like without a mother.
Alexa14 said...
Apr. 27, 2012 at 9:48 am
really good poem. great word choice!!!(*:
curlygurlray said...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 9:41 pm
wow i think your right. i'm sorry for your loss even though i kno you wrote not to be pity but to vent and as a writer thats what matters most(:
Isalam said...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 7:32 pm
very touching<3 :')
CupCake103111 said...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 4:12 pm
This is amazing :)
Whitterbug said...
Apr. 19, 2012 at 12:29 pm
AMAZING, kids are truly so ungrateful of their parents these days! Keep writing!!!!
teamo14 said...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 9:05 am
So touching! I really loved it.
KrystalT said...
Apr. 15, 2012 at 12:07 pm
The part about being tired of hearing others talk about their aweful moms really hit a nerve with me. I'm in foster care and legally speaking I don't have parents. I just wish people would be more greatful for who and what they have. You can't fully appriciate something until it's gone.
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