Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Julia Fyers

Poem


      MOTHER

      Mother
      The tears are all over my face
      For the years of pain we can't replace.
      There is no blame, there is no hate
      Just a time to walk away.

      Remember me?
      A baby in your hands.
      Did you love me in sickness
      And in health?

      Was your heart dragged through darkness
      Were your arms at your sides
      Did you crumple in the shadows
      As I was ripped from your life?

      Did you fall to the ground
      And scream and beg
      Did your mother even stop
      Or turn her head?

      With empty arms
      And hollow heart
      Did you pace around
      A silent house?

      Amidst the fury of your own disease
      Did anyone ever take you from me?
      Or did they try their best
      To help you succeed?

      It seems to me you've forgotten yourself.

      The tears, the threats, the wine, the pills.
      The destruction, the heartache, the void unfulfilled.
      The burden I carried all those years for you,
      I TOOK THE BLAME FOR YOU BEING ILL.

      I was the child
      Yet no-one took me
      And now you, of all people,
      Take my child from me!

      Money can't buy the moral
      Highground on which you stand
      Build a fort on lies
      And it will sure collapse.

      It all depends
      On what you believe
      Good and evil both
      Sit at your knees.

      Were those tears really for you
      Or for me?


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