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[aid] => mick
[title] => When I Was
[time] => 2011-11-27 13:31:59
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[bodytext] => When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time alone I never looked ahead to having a family of my own I never ventured into the world with dreams of family love I never knew what to dream, never looked above When I reached my teenhood, my life was a stranded beach I never thought about the future, or what stars to reach I never had anyone to show me the proper ways I never knew what to look forward to in the ensuing days When I reached the age of young adult, I met my life I was found by the man I love who made me his wife I fell in love, first with him, then with the children I bore I worked side by side with him, my heart an open door When I reached the age of adult, I cared for my family so strong I did everything I thought was right, not thinking I did wrong My life revolved around their world, my only thought for their needs I taught them love, kept them safe, hoped they would succeed Now I've reached the age of old, I see that I have lost They took all that I taught to them, gave it a hefty toss I didn't make myself clear, didn't show the way to be They threw away the loves they created, and headed out to sea Dear God, can you help me understand, can you explain How my children can turn away as they cause such pain And go along their merry way without a backward glance To how they leave their children without much of a chance So follow your lonely course, my son and daughter I bore From all I can see, the battle is over with this sad war You win nothing, your loss beyond the mind's grasp I can finally confine your horrible deeds to the past Here's the funny part that seems to make me chuckle I will never ever stop, you can not make me buckle If it takes until the end of my very life and soul I will make sure your children grow up loved and whole [comments] => 1 [counter] => 89 [topic] => 48 [informant] => dvtpdw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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