Rotten Mother Poem
This poem made me cry. I'm 15 now my mother left when I was 3 and as far as I know she was abusive and on drugs. She left me 2 brothers and a sister. For me it's a different story. I try to tell …
Published: Sep 2011
You Don't Really Love Me
Daddy had no idea what to do.
You never turned to say bye,
If you had, you would have seen Daddy cry.
I forgot all about you as I grew,
And Daddy mentioned you few and few.
I went to school and became distressed,
The first day I came home a mess.
Being when you left I was small,
I couldn't remember you at all.
I thought that I just didn't have a Mommy,
Until a new kid saw me.
She asked about my Daddy,
I said he was nice.
She asked about my Mommy,
And I froze like a vice.
I then asked, "What's a Mommy?",
And she let out a laugh.
"A Mommy is a person that loves you,
And makes you take a bath."
I told her I didn't have one,
She looked at me sad.
"Of course you have one silly!
She's the girl version of Dad!"
I stared at her for quite a while,
But couldn't get myself to smile.
A few tears slid down my face,
"Wait! Don't cry! Why don't we have a race!"
I shook my head and walked away,
And I will always remember that day.
The day I felt my most crummy,
Is the day I realized my Mommy didn't love me.
For if she did, she would have stayed.
Each day I always prayed.
She would quit her cheating,
And cut back on the beers.
I wanted her close,
As I looked at my peers.
I wanted my Mommy back,
Even if she didn't love me.
I wanted my Mommy right then,
Just so she could hug me.