To my mom...
The memories was easy to find,
but to put them in words.
It was harder that I thought.
The memories are many,
and painful are they too.
I want to put them in words
maybe then you would see.
You do not remember
cause your pain was to strong.
I remember and I also need you to do.
I need to talk, but you can't answer me.
I remeber the days mom.
They are burned into my mind.
I know you remember...
Please look it up, open the closed space inside you.
I know it is painful, it is for me too.
But you have buried the pain,
I live with it every minute.
Offer some pain to easen mine.
I see your dead looking face every time I close my eyes.
I hear you cry through a smile every
time the silence is here.
I feel your hugs with misssing love every
time someone touch me.
I remember!!!
I remember you telling me the kicks and throwing of my body
I deserved them! It was my fault that I got them.
I remember people telling me it was my fault you got sick.
You still tells me nothing wrong happend. Why?
I remember the days
when nothing was
like it should have been.
I remember them, and I always will.
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2006-02-05 at 16:09
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I remember the days
I was going to write a poem to you.The memories was easy to find,
but to put them in words.
It was harder that I thought.
The memories are many,
and painful are they too.
I want to put them in words
maybe then you would see.
You do not remember
cause your pain was to strong.
I remember and I also need you to do.
I need to talk, but you can't answer me.
I remeber the days mom.
They are burned into my mind.
I know you remember...
Please look it up, open the closed space inside you.
I know it is painful, it is for me too.
But you have buried the pain,
I live with it every minute.
Offer some pain to easen mine.
I see your dead looking face every time I close my eyes.
I hear you cry through a smile every
time the silence is here.
I feel your hugs with misssing love every
time someone touch me.
I remember!!!
I remember you telling me the kicks and throwing of my body
I deserved them! It was my fault that I got them.
I remember people telling me it was my fault you got sick.
You still tells me nothing wrong happend. Why?
I remember the days
when nothing was
like it should have been.
I remember them, and I always will.
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
Read 993 times
Written on 2006-02-05 at 16:09
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