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Array ( [sid] => 43344 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Material Memories [time] => 2004-04-15 09:52:25 [hometext] => About my mother again. Yes I know a lot of my poems are about my parents. And Yes I know most of you will think I'm a whining lil.. y'know by now.. But yeah, Thought I'd submit it anyway. [bodytext] => I stole from you today,
I didn't mean to,
But it was there, On the floor,
Of your bedroom,
And it smelt like you.

I'm sat here now,
With it clutched in my left hand,
It's comforting to me,
I'll wear it around my shoulders,
As though it is you.

If I wrap it's sleeves around my neck,
It will be as though it is you,
It's the closest thing to comfort,
That I found belonging to you,
I can still smell you.

Sweet, yet painful to me,
You smell so sweet,
But this isn't you,
It should be you, But this is all I have,
Belonging to you.

It's your favourite colour,
Look, It's purple,
Grandma knitted you it,
I remember sitting and watching her,
"Is that for mummy?"

Do you know my favourite colour?
It's purple too, Pink's a close second though,
We are alike, You and I,
But you never took the time to realise,
It didn't even seem like you cared.

You say it's hard,
You say you can't handle me,
I don't need to be handled, though,
I just need to be loved, by you,
"Do you love me mummy?"

Do you remember the last time you cuddled me?
Because i don't,
Could you remind me of how it feels?
I never really did feel welcome here,
Would you rather I wasn't born?

It was a difficult birth,
I know, You told me,
See, We do share some things,
I remember you telling me how it was un-natural,
"You shouldn't have to sleep through a birth".

I remember you wearing this cardigan,
When I was young, and recently,
I'll keep it here with me,
So I don't forget you,
And our few memories. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Sweet-Poison [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Material Memories

Contributed by Sweet-Poison on Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 09:52:25 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I stole from you today,
I didn't mean to,
But it was there, On the floor,
Of your bedroom,
And it smelt like you.

I'm sat here now,
With it clutched in my left hand,
It's comforting to me,
I'll wear it around my shoulders,
As though it is you.

If I wrap it's sleeves around my neck,
It will be as though it is you,
It's the closest thing to comfort,
That I found belonging to you,
I can still smell you.

Sweet, yet painful to me,
You smell so sweet,
But this isn't you,
It should be you, But this is all I have,
Belonging to you.

It's your favourite colour,
Look, It's purple,
Grandma knitted you it,
I remember sitting and watching her,
"Is that for mummy?"

Do you know my favourite colour?
It's purple too, Pink's a close second though,
We are alike, You and I,
But you never took the time to realise,
It didn't even seem like you cared.

You say it's hard,
You say you can't handle me,
I don't need to be handled, though,
I just need to be loved, by you,
"Do you love me mummy?"

Do you remember the last time you cuddled me?
Because i don't,
Could you remind me of how it feels?
I never really did feel welcome here,
Would you rather I wasn't born?

It was a difficult birth,
I know, You told me,
See, We do share some things,
I remember you telling me how it was un-natural,
"You shouldn't have to sleep through a birth".

I remember you wearing this cardigan,
When I was young, and recently,
I'll keep it here with me,
So I don't forget you,
And our few memories.

Copyright © Sweet-Poison ... [ 2004-04-15 09:52:25]
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Re: Material Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Loyalist on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 06:40:24 AM AEST
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Painful and sincere.
Great emotion.
I am not trying to trivialize it one bit!
Important feelings are contained here.
Keep writing about your mum as much as you want.

Re: Material Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by whisper-of-night on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 10:05:37 PM AEST
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..........hmmm, you know, my mum is far across the ocean so I can get no hugs or warmness from you, you have your mum right next to you yet she doesn't care.....mmmmmm......life is typical is it? Kay why don't you show this poem to her? I think you should, she needs to know it, may be she never realiazed how much she actually means to you........

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