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this is the truth about my mother
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, February 13 2004, 05:51 pm|
oh wow..this is sooo tearfully sad and very deep...i hope your mom finds help w/her addiction....
the love of family can move mountains...do not give up sweetie..your a greatful daughter..she needs to know that...i'm proud of you and i'm sure your mom is too...Good luck and God Bless!!! Terrie*
|heaven (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, February 15 2004, 01:42 am|
wow.thanx alot.i never even thought that ne 1 would care enough about my sorry life to write ne thing like that.but i do thank u.-heaven-
|Tammy (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, February 15 2004, 05:02 am|
This is very sad...I can truely relate with what your going through. But you are strong, and I know things will work out for you, Your mother will find her way, your a very good writer, keep writing, I will keep reading. Thanks for your comments on my poem. I truely needed them. May the angels always be at your side in everystep you take forwards
|heaven (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, February 16 2004, 03:22 am|
thank u very much.those are the first words about angels iv gotten in a while.thanx again.-heaven-
|Mark (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, February 21 2004, 01:23 am|
Hey wow what a poem that was a good poem.
|heaven (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, February 21 2004, 01:34 am|
|lester (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, February 21 2004, 01:36 am|
hey i know where you are coming from on this poem my mom left me when i was1
|heaven (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, February 21 2004, 01:37 am|
im sry 2 hear that.i got love 4 u tho.ok?and if u need 2 talk sum tym then im always here.ok?
|Sara (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, February 28 2004, 10:28 pm|
U r the best u made me almost cry again man i luved it
|heaven (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, February 28 2004, 10:30 pm|
thanx alot im glad u liked it.i wanna right stuff that people can realate to and understand.i wanna touch some one with my thoughts and words.so im glad that i did that for you.-heaven
|xx (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, February 29 2004, 02:02 am|
|heaven (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, March 3 2004, 01:05 am|
thank you xx...
|will (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, March 19 2004, 09:46 pm|
|heaven (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, November 26 2005, 06:42 pm|
i am now living with my mom(for those of u who didnt know,i was living with my grandmother and others for some time.)i have been living with my mother for a year and everything is alot better.i want to truelly and honesyly thank all of you...well,to thank everyone that has ever commented on any of my poems,for u people you strangers are the ones that gave me faith and the will to go on...i use to wake up just to read my comments....thank u all....i will never forget any of you...you were all my angels.thank you so much.
|darin weilert (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, September 23 2006, 04:06 am|
this is a tear dropper poem everyone living child should be touched by. i would to have a copy of this loving poem, with your permission.
|BARB (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, September 24 2006, 05:42 pm|
YOU SHOULD SOMEHOW GET THIS TO YOUR MOTHER,I'm sure after she reads this she'll realize how you hurt over her decisions. keep writing your feelings out, it's good for you.
|marie (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, December 12 2006, 12:20 am|
this is such a great poem cam i please copy it
|heaven (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, December 4 2007, 05:45 pm|
but yes marie u may copy.
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