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Mother Mother (Egg Donor)

Mother Mother!
Momster in disguise.
Pretending you care,
Behind lying eyes.

Secrets exposed.
All but the one
What did you do?
It's only me and you!

Mother!
I'm talking to you!
Mother!
Why can't I say his name?

Mother!
I'm asking you a question!
Mother!
Why should I hide?

Mother,
Nevermind,
You aren't worth the time

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Free verse
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I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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Not Explicit Content

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I got a chill reading this...so many questions I had at the end, only one answer there came...too hurt your Father! there comes a time when you just give up on the questions and walk away. I hope you got closure. these lines...these lines:

Mother,
Nevermind,
You aren't worth the time

*hugs, Cat

*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

I am thinking that was part of it. She wanted to hurt my father but there seems to be something else amiss and I may never know the answer or the answer may come much later on. The secret seems to be shared with both sides. Either way, I am done asking her questions. Thank you for your insight as always :)

~RoseBlack~

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from what I read, I think she drained the energy out of you. I hope she didn't bleed you dry!
the things my mother (who I addressed her as Norma or Sarge) told me at the end really set my jaw. I wonder if your mother resented you for being born? mine did!

*hugs, Cat

*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

If it is resentment or just her mental illness and inability to live in reality but I'm certainly done asking questions. I got some truths out of her.

~RoseBlack~

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RoseBlack I felt your emotions in this poem such as frustration, and the many chances your mother was given to prove her truthfulness or love to you. But in the end, it was an utter disappointment and you give up trying to get closure. This poem resonated with me and it was beautifully penned. It showed the practicality of dysfunctional homes/families.

Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "

For your warm review. I am an adoptee and had a wonderful upbringing. This poem is about my biological mother whom struggles with her own mental health and she inability to live in the real world. Your interpretation was accurate for sure.

~RoseBlack~

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You are welcome, thank you for sharing some insight into your piece.

Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "

I’m glad you did have opportunity to meet your biological mother. It was likely painful and confusing but I do truly believe it’s better than never knowing her. The reasons are many and individual but knowing is better than wondering most of the time. Lots of angst and frustration here.

Glad you’re writing. Keep it up.
Tim

It was a good thing for us to talk. She was back and forth about meeting face to face and now I'm glad we didn't. I'm just dealing with the difficult stuff and the fact there is a secret that makes no sense. Thank you for your review and understanding.

~RoseBlack~

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Understand. Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years.”

The wasted years can be regained when the pain and frustration propel you to what you say you are drawn towards. You'll overcome it in a later period.
Your poem addressed many issues like, disappointment, insecurity, lack of parental care and broken home.
The major effect of your pain is broken-home which caused series of rhetorical questions.

"Words are currency of ideas and have the power to change world. Ride your pen on the rough road."

I was adopted as an infant and grew up in a wonderful home, however, we were not allowed information about my biological family including medical information. This poem was for my biological mother who after making contact with her, has done a lot of running in circles and created more questions.

~RoseBlack~

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