Mom Poem

I am only a 14 year old girl. This poem describes how hard it was me when I was little growing up without a mom. She left my father, four brothers, and I when I was only 2 years old. Being I was young, I didn't remember her and just assumed that everybody only had a dad. I quickly learned this wasn't true, and realized that my brother's "made up stories" about our alcoholic, cheating mother were true. I also learned that if she loved me, she never would have left.

You Don't Really Love Me

© Emily Smith
You left when I was only two,
Daddy had no idea what to do.
You never turned to say bye,
If you had, you would have seen Daddy cry.

I forgot all about you as I grew,
And Daddy mentioned you few and few.
I went to school and became distressed,
The first day I came home a mess.

Being when you left I was small,
I couldn't remember you at all.
I thought that I just didn't have a Mommy,
Until a new kid saw me.

She asked about my Daddy,
I said he was nice.
She asked about my Mommy,
And I froze like a vice.

I then asked, "What's a Mommy?",
And she let out a laugh.
"A Mommy is a person that loves you,
And makes you take a bath."

I told her I didn't have one,
She looked at me sad.
"Of course you have one silly!
She's the girl version of Dad!"

I stared at her for quite a while,
But couldn't get myself to smile.
A few tears slid down my face,
"Wait! Don't cry! Why don't we have a race!"
I shook my head and walked away,
And I will always remember that day.

The day I felt my most crummy,
Is the day I realized my Mommy didn't love me.
For if she did, she would have stayed.
Each day I always prayed.

She would quit her cheating,
And cut back on the beers.
I wanted her close,
As I looked at my peers.

I wanted my Mommy back,
Even if she didn't love me.
I wanted my Mommy right then,
Just so she could hug me.

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Published: Sep 2011
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  1. Michelle, Arkansas Submitted on Tuesday, September 20, 2011

    Omg, this poem made me cry!! That is so sad that a child has to go through that or even feel like that!! I am a mother of 1 child and it took everything I got to have that child!! I love her unconditionally. Some women just don't realize that there are women out there that can't have kids but would love too! It just isn't fair!

  2. Alan, Jacksonville Florida Submitted on Thursday, August 01, 2013

    As far back as I remember when I was a little child my mother was controlling and toxic. I even spent three years in foster homes. When I was 16 I moved out and had my own place and my mother kept coming over and trying to control me. The best thing I did for myself when I was 18 was to leave on my motorcycle to Jacksonville, Florida from Stratford, Connecticut. Because of her I have had a difficult time in relationships with other women.

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