My mother
My mother was just another toy to me. She played games...she always on the floor like she was just one of us kids. I was seven when I was taken from that. I lived with my mother that tried her darndest to teach me to be a lady and that was no easy task. I was an angry person because she was not my toy...No getting on the floor for her. Then there was a point I reached just a short time later that I just wanted a mother. I wished for my birth mother my heart cried for her. There was the women doing all the right things for the wrong person. As an adult I have two mothers but only one mother.
posted by Kimberly | 5:10 PM
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EVERY DAY MY HEART ACHES FOR THE MOTHER THAT I KNOW I DESERVED,BUT SHE NEVER CAME. IN MY DREAMS SHE WOULD WRAP HER ARMS AROUND ME,TELL ME HOW MUCH SHE LOVED ME, AND THAT EVERYTHING WOULD BE ALRIGHT...THEN I'D AWAKEN FEELING LONELIER AND ANGRIER THAN BEFORE DREAMS. I WAS 24 YEARS OLDS WHEN THE WORDS I LONGED FOR FINALLY PARTED HER LIPS, OF COURSE I INITIATED BY TELLING HER FIRST THAT I LOVED HER AND THAT GOING CROSS-COUNTRY, RUNNING FROM THE LAW, WASN'T MEANT TO HURT HER OR TO COST HER THE HOUSE THAT SHE PUT UP AS COLLATERAL TO GET MY BUTT OUT OF JAIL. I HAD TO LEAVE, I COULDN'T LIVE WITH MY "AMISH" FAMILY ANY LONGER. THE LACK OF LOVE AND VOID OF ANY EMOTION BETWEEN FAMILY MEMBERS WAS MORE THAN I COULD STAND. YOU'RE NOT ALONE KIM, BUT WE ALL BARE OUR SCARS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENTLY FROM ONE ANOTHER EVEN THOUGH WE HAVE MANY OF THE SAME RAW EMOTOINS COURSING THROUGH OUR VEINS.
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