Momma, Please Forgive Me...
I'm not angry that you left me with your parents,
I'm not angry at you for not knowing my father,
And I'm not angry that you were so young when you had me.
I'm happy that at one time you had your life together,
I'm happy that you created a good home for me,
And I'm happy that you finally found me a good father.
I'm angry that you taught me how to roll a joint,
I'm angry that you let me do whatever I wanted,
And I'm angry that you were a friend instead of a Mother.
I'm glad that I made it through without much damage,
I'm glad for all of the things I've worked so hard for,
And I'm glad that I can still love you even when I have no more.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|joyce ivy (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, October 26 2004, 05:25 pm|
sounds like you grew up with a head on your shoulders..it's good you can have all these feelings after being through so much...and best of all it's good you can still love your mom...you put alot into this poem..great job
|Your Mom (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, December 24 2005, 06:34 pm|
Didn't always see it the way you did. Thought you loved me for who I was, and all the things you say I did I guess I did, but without me you wouldn't have been and probably would've learned alot worse things than you accuse me of teaching you. I bent over backwards for you. Hope you're happy now.
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