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[aid] => mick
[title] => When
[time] => 2005-07-18 20:26:50
[hometext] => This is hypothetically about when I meet my biological mother who I haven't seen since I was two years old. It's pretty self explanitory
[bodytext] => When I meet her, what is the first thing she'll see what imitation of feeling will there be? Will she look me in the eye and already know, Her eyes turning downcast, will she tell me to go? When I hold out my hand and tell her my name which of us takes the hurt and which takes the blame? And when, because I can't help it, I begin to cry will it even cross her mind to wonder why? When I tell her that I needed to know, I had to come will her eyes be blank, will her heart be numb? When I open my heart and prepare for the pain what part of me will I lose, what will she gain? When I ask her to explain how she couldn't care will her reply be anything but a distant stare? When finally the time has come to say our goodbyes will I be able to rid my head of her lies? And when she tells me that she never wanted to leave that she always loved me, will I be naive? Will I want to believe her version so bad that I would risk giving up everything that I had? Can one moment, one truth make this all disappear Will there ever be a way to overcome my fear? A way to meet her, who brought me into this world from whose corrupted, chaotic life I was hurled? To see the resemblance in her face and my own to let her decieve me, and let my truth be known? If only to tell her what I've come to understand that in the hourglass of my life, she is but one piece of sand That I'll never make her life-story mine that my perseverance has stood the test of time That I never needed her and that I never will she stole the years from herself and I can't make time stand still [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Unbreakable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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