Ternimal 'Sease

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Again, I don't like this; I can't relate to it at all. I have both my parents.

Mommy?
Are you feeling better now?
Aw, don't cry, mommy.
It's only a teri...terl...ternimal 'sease.
You'll be okay. Everything's fine.
Mommy?
Silly goose, don't go to sleep. I'm still here.
Wake up! Guess what I did in school?
Mommy...

I called to her a few times more, but she didn't respond.
That's when I started crying.
I was four.
It was my first day of kindergarten.
I like to think I'm over it,
But I keep feeling like I missed out on something.
All I remember is a tear- and blood-stained face.
That face could have kissed me good night for the past 8 years.
She didn't though--is it wrong to feel bitter about it?
It's not like she could help it.
One thing I have promised myself:
My daughter will never have to wonder if I love her.
I will be there for her.
I will be the mom I never had.
Last edited by Sassykat on Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:24 am, edited 2 times in total.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.




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Naww your start is really sad, it was really personal and I ike how you made it sound like a four year old at the start:)
This is a really powerful poem and it was really interesting to read :) I really liked it reading it :D




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I had both parents growing up, but I can try to imagine what it would be like with only one. I've lost close family members before (both in laws) and they were like parents to me. I think you did a great job and I like it very well.
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love the idea of the passage but, next time hold off on the Mommys!

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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
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