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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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Mimi15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 7, 2012 at 3:05 pm:
Check out my poem 'On our Own'
 
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SuperGalThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 8:57 pm:
Completely reminded me of my mom. She died when I was very young and I don't remember her well but I remember her telling stories. Very touching poem, brought tears to my eyes.
 
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Ella1 said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 7:02 pm:
This was a truely moving poem. At my uncles funeral I felt the same way. He died when I was 14 so I had gotten to know him, but still I couldn't believe it. Amazing work
 
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zadiekatie23This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 6:43 pm:
A truly moving piece. Brilliant piece of writing! Thanks!
 
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aphids77 said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 5:51 pm:
Great job! Very heartfelt. Very talented. But I don't understand the stuffing machine.
 
ThursdayAngelus replied...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 7:52 pm :
because, when they get people ready for their viewing, they do surgical things to make them look presentable, which can be related to stuffing.
 
aphids77 replied...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 8:38 pm :
oh, thanks.
 
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Reversetrajedies said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 3:11 pm:
this poem brought tears to my eyes.. i can relate because .. well.. my father is gone. he didnt die. he still alive. with another family. but im sure your mother is proud of you. shes probably looking down at you with a smile on her face, watching her kid grow..
 
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lessette said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 1:00 pm:
great job! i loved the poem :] keep writing!!!
 
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runnergirl1 said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 10:14 am:
so sad:( a really strong piece.
 
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Emilyourstruly said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 9:50 am:
this is a very powerful poem! great job!
 
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WeAllBurn said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 8:09 am:
I have commented on this poem, and rated it, at least ten times. I just love this. SO MUCH!
 
AmbRawr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 13, 2012 at 5:42 pm :
Thank you so much :') It's hard to keep up with all the comments but this means the world to me
 
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alligator6 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 6:43 am:
This is the most beautiful poem I've ever read in my entire life. My dad passed this year so I understand some of the mysteries and the frustration when other people talk about their parents poorly. This poem is just so amazing. Fantastic job!
 
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Missundrstoodx2 said...
Dec. 31, 2011 at 12:29 am:
Stunning. Tearing up- if you can put such raw thoughts and emotions to paper like this, you can do anything. Your innocence and curiosity provides such an effective tone for this piece. I'm sure your mother is proud, always there watching over you. Maybe the answers to your questions will present themselves in different ways. Such a thought provoking piece. Not much has gotten through to me lately, so thanks. Good luck with everything
 
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FrenchHippie said...
Dec. 28, 2011 at 12:01 pm:
Absolutely beautiful and moving!
 
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rolzpolz98 said...
Dec. 28, 2011 at 4:01 am:
very touching.....a beautiful poem!
 
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KianaBaker said...
Dec. 27, 2011 at 1:31 am:
This Is Beautiful
 
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LetMeFeel said...
Dec. 21, 2011 at 9:42 pm:
I cried so much after reading this. Amazing!
 
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chantel15 said...
Dec. 21, 2011 at 12:53 pm:
this poem is amazing , i cant relate to losing someone so close to me and its diffcult to adjust to them not being in your life anymore.when your use to them everyday.
 
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