Mother
| By : Sarbjeet Singh ( Posted on :16 Nov, 2005 ) | Total Views : 325 | Previous | Next |
Mother
by Christina Denise Ritt
All these days that I am away,
I sit and think of how to make you pay.
I've done everything right that a daughter could do,
But you never listened to a word I said.
So, I blame YOU.
You were never there when I needed a shoulder to cry on.
Why did you do that?
Why'd you think it was something I had done?
All the tears I shed
Were because of the things you never said.
My blood is not made of water; it is definitly red.
You wondered why I was so depressed.
It's because you never loved me.
You put your feelings for me to rest.
I tried to talk to you about all the problems I had,
but you turned your head,
Like it was something bad.
Worried, you say, about me?
Well my heart is hurt; I wish you could see.
I feel so empty.
I have no family!
Fiction
