One Kids Story by Shan

Sittin at the table, she's anything but stable
She's not able to pay a bill or do the things you will
She remains sitting still, making out her will
She's sick and her disease will stick until it kills
She claims she's taking her meds, and doing what the doctor says
But never the less she sits in bed, basting in dread
Waisting the words that should have been said to her kids
Who are led to believe they led their mother to be living like this
It's no wonder their pissed, screwed up and depressed
After seeing their mother in such a mess
They touch her face in hopes to find ways
To get her attention away from the fact that she's crazed
It only causes more tension in the place
Made a bigger disgrace to try to relace
To the kids it's just another day in their eyes
To look for a way to try to survive
They never had a responsible parent to raise them
Noone to be there to repremand them or praise them
Took it upon themselves to learn to stand
Becuase their mother is sick and their father's not a man
He stole the love that they had to give
Held it above and made it hard to live
He scared all the love the kids could ever give
He disapears and comes back, and tries to get back the years
He lacked to be there, but they ain't having that
He can't pick up the slack, to much of a stack to gain back
All the love he tossed, and all the trust he lost
The kids want nothing to do with him, they're through with him
But it's no surprise to them, they're used to him abusing their hearts
Claiming to restart, then being torn apart,
Seems like they're born to never go far, they remain where they are
They're in pain, seems like there's nothing to gain
They're only hope is wishing apon a star to cope with the scars they feel
They're so alone without a parent to condone to
Nowhere to go to, noone at home to run to
They're on their own, thrown to face this zone alone
A disgrace of yelling, abuse, sickness
Things that so many will never know
And now it's time for me to go, I just had to let some things go
But I must postpone it rite here, because my sick mother is up there
And she needs me like I need her to get through this fear
So even if we do nothing but stare, at least I know she's still here
Even though she doesn't care if I'm here,
Sitting with her helps take care of the pain that I wear
And maybe someday she'll see how much love she gets from me

Terrie* (65.148.210.97) -- Wednesday, September 24 2003, 07:54 pm

TOUCHED........
this was too sad.. it made me cry....it touched me so deeply...i hope this was not something you witnessed or experienced..if so i am here for you along w/many other poets that are here. i will not be the first and definently not the last to extend my hand out to you or any other person going thru something like this..we can not always see it..sometimes we need to be directed to it..in this rushed society .we seldom get to know new neighbors..one never knows who needs us..a childs silent cry may go undetected for a matter of time...the innocent children robbed of their youth no time to be children..i can tell that you are a person with still w/so much love burning in your heart, helping to prevent this from happening to someone else.. dispite what the person in the poem was going thru..very well written....

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