To My Mother
by Elida Gonzalez
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
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You got jealous when I wrote a poem “to my dad”
I didn’t lie when I said “who cares”
I didn’t lie when I said “never to you”
I didn’t lie when I said “leave me alone”
How many times have I asked you for help?
Could it have been when you were with your friends
Could it have been when you were watching TV
Could it have been when I lay flat on your feet
What will it take to make you notice me?
Will I have to dress like a TV?
Will I have to shove money down your throat?
Will I have brag about everything you own?
Mother, believe me when I say “you kill me everyday”
Believe when I say “I have an addiction because of you”
Believe when I say “I can’t wait to be rid of you”
Mother, do you think I am cruel?
I wasn’t cruel when you never picked me up
I wasn’t cruel when you left me cold and shunned
I wasn’t cruel when never returned “my kiss”
Mother as honest as I can be
I hope you change
I hope you change
I desperately hope you change
If not for me for my young brother who I can honestly say “loves you more than me”
So, Mother, is this the poem you’ve been waiting for
The poem you forced on me
The poem that isn’t a lie
I wasn’t going to lie, not to you mother, never to you
But since I’m not going to lie
I think I remember when you took care of me, be it only once
I think I remember you laughing “with” me, be it a huge astonishment
I think I remember cold lips on my cheek, be it forced
Then and only then did my heart scream for you
Mother, be it for a minute or two “everyday”
I do love you
Be it for a few minutes, even when I’m not so sure if I do
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|Reviewed by Elida Gonzalez (Reader)
|Even though she is a "bad mother", I still think she cares. Just like the poem says, I do still lover her, even when I'm not so sure. Thanks everyone.|
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Heart breaking write--my heart goes out to you, dear Elida...
I cannot fathom how some parents can be so ruthlessly cold and hurtful towards their children. Never...never...
|Reviewed by William M. Sowman
|Elida, sometimes it is those closest to us who are the most distant; sometimes for all our lives. I understand how you feel and the solution is so hard to reach the conclusion you need. God love her anyway.
She is still Mother. Bill