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Array ( [sid] => 157143 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Letters for Mother [time] => 2010-02-01 05:23:44 [hometext] => It shouldn't be this way... [bodytext] => Dear Mother,

Today I wandered in the alley
And came along a candy shop
I found a lot of candies, in a trolley
Coffee canes, with sugar on top

I saw a mother, at the cashier
to buy her son a lot of these
I'd ask you first, but you weren't there
So I took some candies home with ease

Dear Mother,

Today I went to school
even though I'd rather not.
Teachers tell me, I break the rules
and this is true, I fight a lot

I'd end up in detention,
with the other boy I fought
His mother would come, to give him a lesson
while I wait, unattended

Dear Mother,

Today I cried, all alone
curled up in the basement
With bruises, and hurting bones
And on my face and arms were rents

Father came home today
a cracked bottle in his hand
My prayers were betrayed,
today. Father was canned

Dear Mother,

I often sit and wonder
By myself, and let my mind run free
if only I'd been a nicer,
little boy, when you were here

Would you have stayed?
would you still take your life away
and went to Heaven, like father once said?
Why did you leave your son behind?

Dear Mother,

Today I played with child
of eight, a little boy
Mother, he felt so light
I held him close, just like a toy

But then he cried,
and tried to run away
Mother, I'm terrified

I killed a child today. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 39 [informant] => myworld [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

Letters for Mother

Contributed by myworld on Monday, 1st February 2010 @ 05:23:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Dear Mother,

Today I wandered in the alley
And came along a candy shop
I found a lot of candies, in a trolley
Coffee canes, with sugar on top

I saw a mother, at the cashier
to buy her son a lot of these
I'd ask you first, but you weren't there
So I took some candies home with ease

Dear Mother,

Today I went to school
even though I'd rather not.
Teachers tell me, I break the rules
and this is true, I fight a lot

I'd end up in detention,
with the other boy I fought
His mother would come, to give him a lesson
while I wait, unattended

Dear Mother,

Today I cried, all alone
curled up in the basement
With bruises, and hurting bones
And on my face and arms were rents

Father came home today
a cracked bottle in his hand
My prayers were betrayed,
today. Father was canned

Dear Mother,

I often sit and wonder
By myself, and let my mind run free
if only I'd been a nicer,
little boy, when you were here

Would you have stayed?
would you still take your life away
and went to Heaven, like father once said?
Why did you leave your son behind?

Dear Mother,

Today I played with child
of eight, a little boy
Mother, he felt so light
I held him close, just like a toy

But then he cried,
and tried to run away
Mother, I'm terrified

I killed a child today.

Copyright © myworld ... [ 2010-02-01 05:23:44]
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Re: Letters for Mother (User Rating: 1 )
by Rykor on Monday, 1st February 2010 @ 05:43:11 AM AEST
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Such a shocking ending! The boy goes from stealing candy to killing a child. It is truly sad what this boy is going through, both physical and emotional torment. If his mother never committed suicide, then maybe the boy would've grown up better. This is a very sad poem which makes you think about life.

Re: Letters for Mother (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Monday, 1st February 2010 @ 06:30:15 AM AEST
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This really made me shake, think then cry.

Well written poem
Take care
Fuzzy

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