It's been years since I've seen you
So much time alone
I've had to really toughen up
Since I've been gone
Runnin' away was my only option
Against your cruel hand
It's something I had to do, Mama
I was driven to take a stand
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I don't know why I came here, Mama
Guess I wanted to see
If you had changed at all
If somehow you needed me
The bottles on the table
The beer cans tossed on the floor
Mama, how can you live this way
I just don't know you anymore
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Your eyes are so empty, Mama
It's hard to comprehend
The rage that was inside you
The way you were back then
Remember you used to hit me, Mama
You just didn't care
To talk back or defend myself
You know I didn't dare
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I guess I'll be goin', Mama
There's nothing for me here
You have your alcohol to console you
Your bottle to hold near
I'll put my number by the phone
If you ever need a son
As I slam out the door, Mama
I wonder which of us won
it shameful how alcohol can disrupt relationships ...
powerfully penned poetry ...
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on November 18, 2004
Linda, an extremely heartfelt composition, my friend. Only you have the unique brilliance and capability to reach this far into one’s soul, and yet, still allow one to walk away with their head held high. Fabulous write. Thanks for sharing it. Take care and be well.
You've explained very well a son's lost love from his Mom
happy to read you Linda
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2004
Sad poem. Sad premise. When someone is not a good person it is not always clear why. But in the case of most of us, the cause is painfully clear. Usually it is self-lothing, or self-importance. And sometimes it can be both of the extremes at once.
Linda,
You captured vividly the pain and suffering of being the child of an alcoholic. Bitterness combined with a craving for lost love.
Fantastic write my friend.
Felix
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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Tommy
A guarded heart can never find happiness
powerfully penned poetry ...
There is so much waste of life.
You always do such a service in your writing.
John
happy to read you Linda
Love Tinka
Jack
You captured vividly the pain and suffering of being the child of an alcoholic. Bitterness combined with a craving for lost love.
Fantastic write my friend.
Felix
Excellent!
TRASK
So heartbreaking; thanks for sharing this powerful write! Well done; so nice to see you back; you have been missed!
(((HUGS))) and much love (and continued prayers!), your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <