This poem is written by a girl who has a broken family.Her parents think she is perfectly fine,but what they fail to see is the sorrow inside her.She likes to write poems and once her mother asked her,"Why don't you write about "mother"?" And she did,but never showed it to her.Because she was sure that her mum didn't have this in mind.
Mother
A young student asked her teacher,
“Ma’am, whom do you call a mother?”
The teacher with a radian smile replied,
“Dear, mother’s the one that has given you birth, who has beard the pain for, for you to come in this lovely world”
The student was lost with the answer.
A mother who threw her child in the bin,
Just because the child was a girl.
Would the lady be called a mother?
Who didn’t even stop,
To look at her baby,
For the last time,
Even when it was wailing out loud.
She walked away
With an air of satisfaction
That something right has been done.
Lost she was in her thoughts,
Lost she got in the darkness of the world.
The baby wailing loudly
Saw the stars above.
“Why are they staring down at me?
Oh! Because I’m crying like a bad girl!”
The tears dried and a bright smile appeared on her face,
Brighter than the stars shining above.
Then, shortly,
A car screeched to halt.
Out came a pretty lady,
Fair, blond, in her blue shirt and black pants.
The lady came running
Picked up the baby from the bin,
Who was still smiling.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
At once, the little hands rose up to her lovely pink cheeks, saying,”Don’t cry, please.Or else the stars will laugh at you.”
The lady held the baby, like a lost treasure found.
She walked away,
With an air of satisfaction
That something right has been done.
The student thought,
Whom should she call a mother from the two?
Then she smiled to herself.
She walked away,
With an air of satisfaction
That something right was done.
She came out of her school,
She caught sight of a pretty lady,
Fair, blonde in her blue shirt and black pants.
She had lovely pink cheeks….
She waved at her and whispered to herself,
“Ah! My mother.”
That's so sweet! It really puts things in perspective.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
lovely poem. did this really happen?
That was lovely but heart-wrenching. About a year ago by granddaughter was ripped from my arms by her biological mother. I raised her from the age of two-months until she was almost three. Neither parent wanted anything to do with her. Her mother is very messed up with alcohol, drugs and mental issues. The court didn't do a good job with the case and terminated our guardianship when the mother decided she wanted the child back. She kicked, screamed wailed "mommy" at the top of her lungs and clung to me in fear when her mother came to get her :( ~angi~
Iam sorry.I really am,can't you do something and take her back?
Rachel:)