in a old city-- miles in between us with views of buildings, apartments and with people who smiled politely but have few kind words to say.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way!
Contemplating if I should just flip a coin to determine the outcome of my life— to be a mother and a wife, or a murderer of my unborn child.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way!
You said the choice was mine. How easy those words made your bed and disarrayed mine till sheets tangled around my neck and I felt like I had been hung-out to drip-dry.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way!
My mother, she always said, you make the bed you lay-in.
Its funny how mothers tend unconsciously with their silent hands, always guiding. But then, her hands washed me away when I was only ten.
The only thing I could agree upon, is a thought that lingers….
We All Have Lost Children Either Thru Death, Lies, Conned By Husband Or Wife Even Grand Parents On There Death Beds Admit They Were (Involved) Wrong_In End We All Answer_
Yep It Wasn't Susposed To Be That Or This Way Either...
TRASK
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
As I read this I felt like I could be her saying these words. This is what makes a great writer. Bringing experiences to life that we have not experienced. Fantastic write!
i hate it when i hear a guy say it's up to you in a situation like this...talk about dumping...it took two to create a child, why should one person have to live with the consequences alone...this is a very good, very introspective poem that i can really relate to.
This is powerful Tracey. Wow! You write with
such grace and beauty. I feel your emotions.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
You know my beautiful friend, whenever I read your outstanding work, I am compelled to reach out and scream at all the injustices that far too often, it seems a decent human being must endure in order to survive the unnerving onslaught of ignorance! This stunningly well-penned composition obviously has struck deep within the rivers of my soul, which is always a “good thing.” Whenever I first saw the title, it reminded me of one I wrote, which hopefully soon, I’ll re-post all that I had in my Den. However, this one surly strikes out at the very foundation of life, and it was an absolute pleasure to read it, although it is a very heart-wrenching composition, it is what poetry is all about! Thank you for sharing your timeless work and wonderful talent. Take good care and be well.
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We All Have Lost Children Either Thru Death, Lies, Conned By Husband Or Wife Even Grand Parents On There Death Beds Admit They Were (Involved) Wrong_In End We All Answer_
Yep It Wasn't Susposed To Be That Or This Way Either...
TRASK
Love Tinka
such grace and beauty. I feel your emotions.