Mother
Red brown cheeks and big smile
a complexion that beamed love
you were a hero my hero
a mother and a friend
For years you had us all on your back
As time flew by there was a change
your skin grew lifeless and the bags took your eyes
a difference but at first so subtle
pills the first knife
Vodka the second
after a while you used them like one
at the next house another arose
these knives barely hurt you but they cut me deep
they cut through my skin and sliced through my heart
they cut out a feeling
a feeling I can’t remember whether I had or not
they broke me in half and eventually you too
often my mind travels back to the day that hurt most
tears flooded my eyes
only 13 I felt my heart break
bearing no longer I let you leave with a meaningless goodbye
And too this day your cheeks will never look the same
and your skin will always feel dull
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