How come you do not realize
The suffering you cause in my life
You bring here nothing but pain
And there are only shadows on my face
Is it too hard to make you understand
That all I’ve ever needed is a mother
Or at least a good friend
Not the soldier that lives within you.
You love me, you care about me
But only deep at heart you show it
I wish you knew the pain I feel
When you express to me so much cruelty
Is it to expensive for you to give me love?
Is it to difficult to smile once in a time?
Black Christmas of tonight
No light for me on this life
OH MADRE TUYA!
I think you cannot imagine, Mary, how I feel for you! I know it, I won’t find words to express my pain for you so I won’t try. Just know, that I AM HERE FOR YOU, and look, I am old enough to be your mother, as they said, and I feel you so close to me as if you were my daughter (I have no children…), and I am full of smile for you, I told you, you are my sunshine, mi pajarito, so please open your heart and your hands and your mind and your face and let enter all theses nice things I am sending to you today and perhaps… perhaps there will be a small light on your face instead of one of the shadows?
I feel a little ridiculous considering your pain, to speak now about literature, but I have to tell you how wonderfully written your poem is…
And do you know what? The next theme in Cafe Crem , starting on the 1st of January, is
“Mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, and vice versa…”… would you then share this poem with all of us there? Of course I am just asking, like always, I know that it is a very intimate poem… but is is so beautiful, so true and moving!
Un abrazo muy muy fuerte de tu nueva internet mom!
Mary, this was so moving. It is so profound, how you express your pain, and I only hope getting these words, these feelings out from inside your heart will be cathartic for you.
I want you to know, that whilst I enjoy a good, and always improving relationship with my Dad, your line -
“the soldier that lives within you”
resonated with me deeply. When my Mother died, my Father reverted to his Navy persona. It was his way of coping. The house was immaculate, he was immaculate. Everything was regimented and just so. It has been hard to break through this cold exterior. For example, when we meet, we shake hands. He cannot hug. It is just not in his character. With my son, we hug every time we meet. At least, by default my Dad taught me that lesson. I know he loves me, he just does not know how to show it. Thank you for sharing this poem, and its sad beauty Mary.
@Miki!! thank you for being here for me, I really appreciate it
and it makes me happy. You know every time I read your comments there is light and smiles on my face. You express to me so much love, you can’t imagine how much!! And it feels so great! I thank you so much!
You inspire me trust and you make me feel at home with you!! I wish someday I could really hug you!
My heart and mind is open for you always
By the way, I’d like to share this poem in Cafe Cream when the topic you talk about is being dealt with and a lovely picture I want to show you!
A big big hug momy!!
@Kev: Hello!! Really thank you for what you say. Most of the things I write I do it for catharsis, as you say, and it really works. And also, what makes me feel better is that the ones who read my things like them, although they are sad..
I’m really glad that you shared your experience with me. I think it happening the same with my mom. I want to learn from this and give my children a lot of love.
Love in all stages is what makes the world go around. If there is luck of love, there’s nothing left, isn’t it?
Thank you Kev!
Please take well care of my mom Miki!!
You are so sweet, so incredibly sweet! I feel very close to you, from the very first moment, as I read your first text… amazing, isn’t it, how people can connect instantaneously sometime! This is exactly what happent to Kevin and me too… and everything what came after proved that this very first attraction was extremely powerful, strong and true.
It is something like that between you and me too…
You are the first person to call me Momy in my life, what a funny feeling! I guess my own Mom would be happy to hear somebody call me like that, she was always hoping for some grand-children from me! By the way my Mom will be my first entry in Cafe Crem when the topic is on, so you will see her… Oh God, Mary, you have got a new grandmother as well now!!!! It is so funny!!!! Welcome in your new family Pajarito!
You surely heard about Contessine, from Cafe Crem, she is my niece, but I kind of consider her as my daughter, she is very close to me too, and we match fantastically to each other too. We are the best freinds in the world too, and I tell her EVERYTHING. She moved from France to Spain one and half year ago to live near to me… isn’t it sweet?
It will be so wondeerful to read your poem in Cafe Crem… I can’t wait to see the photo!
A big big hug from me too!
Since I’ve known you (in person) for a long time I think I can say I know your situation, and I think you should embrace the love from your new e-mom, and endure what happens with your real mom… I know its harsh.
Big hugs! Happy New Year, again
I dont hve any words to say !!
but i really feel for u mary!!!
heyy i have visited this blog for the first time. i dont usually leave any comment but i want to stop by and leave a comment that this is really amazing the poem above, motherly love. they are too good. even i have few good poems i wanna share with everyone but people around me i mean most of my frens or family arent much interested in these writings. so can i share them with you?
“I’m sorry mama
I never ment to hurt you
I never ment to make you cry
But tonight, I’m cleaning out my closet”