Angry Poem about Family

A mother leaving her child, how could this be?

Dear Mom

© Rebecca L. Simpson
Dear mom how could you
Never care about me
Iím dying inside
Which you will never see
You never even call
Just to talk to me
Heck you donít write either
So your love I donít see
Youíre not the one
Who wipes my tears at night
Nor are you the one
Who chases away my frights
Dear mom how could you
Just leave me like this
You didnít even come back
For one last kiss
Mom how could you
Have a kid and just leave
Thatís no way to act
Thatís no way to behave
Dear mom I want to know why
You decided not
To be part of my life
I want to know why
You have no heart at all
And how you can have a child
You donít see, write, or call?


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Published: Feb 2006

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  • I LOVE IT!!!!!

    Zandi Manini Submitted Sep 2008
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  • This has really touched my heart because my mother left me after I was born. She has never contacted me. I don't even know if she is still alive.

    Tabitha, MS Submitted Jun 2010
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  • This poem reminds me of someone I once knew, wish I knew where she is now.
    Anyway, as a mother, I cannot imagine abandoning any of my children, even though they seem to leave me.

    Vivian Zabel Submitted Jul 2010
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  • this story touched me because my mom left me at the age 1 and now I am 14 and never see her and that upsets me...

    Rebecca Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I really like this poem because my mom did drugs and left me with my dad when I was 15 months old. I am now 15 and never see her. She was never there for me when I was sick or hurt but I have a new mom that has been here with me since I was 15 months old but I always get in trouble by her...

    Hannah, Kentucky Submitted Feb 2012
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  • I like this. See, my mommy left me in a trash can nothing on but a diaper and she left me to die. Now I'm 15 and she is telling me to go die and that I'm a messed up

    Alicia Submitted Jun 2012
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