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A Letter To Mother

I cried for your life

Grieving not only

For what I lost

But for all that you

Had taken from you

You deserved a fairer chance

To be, to live

I wanted those things for you

 

I wrote you a letter, once

When I was twelve, perhaps

It was less than a year

After your death

It may have been the day

Before cynicism reared

It's ugly head

 

Taking hold of my thoughts

Forcing me to see

An adult world

Through a child's eyes.

 

I didn't send the letter

In that moment of enlightenment

I accepted, almost knowingly

That heaven didn't exist.

 

My heart aches

Every day

It has ached for twenty years

Yet it still beats

So perhaps I am

The lucky one

Motherless, but alive.

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Tommy Carroll

Mon 21st Jul 2014 22:12

Helen, this is, for me, an example of a poem walking away with a clear set of feelings. Leaving it and you with it. Tommy

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Ged Thompson

Sat 19th Jul 2014 08:31

Taking hold of my thoughts

Forcing me to see

An adult world

Through a child's eyes.

An amazing stanza, emphasising the loss of injury through tragedy. Very sad and poignant.

This is a very very good piece, very honest and thoughtful.

Well done XXX

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Rose Casserley

Tue 15th Jul 2014 23:34

Only a'Lady'would be so kind as to take the advice of a middle aged serf!..;0)

I thank you,your Grace

(without losing one iota of respect for the poem)

I kiss the hem of your gown Lady Elliot.x

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Rose Casserley

Tue 15th Jul 2014 22:48

Hi Helen-can't understand why you have changed the lines that Patricia and Stef mention-?

they hold sooo much self sacrificial meaning
which a lot of Mums worth their salt are best at.

Nevertheless,tis a very moving poem.x

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Ged the Poet

Tue 15th Jul 2014 10:24

Seeing an adults world from your own eyes as a child. Feeling your pain (and hurt in the possibility of heaven's non-existence), in this piece Helen.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 14th Jul 2014 22:31

'but all that you
had taken from you'

so relateable
when it comes to the effort
some people put in.

very good albeit sad poem Helen?/Helene?.
Thank you for sharing.

xx

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