Pages of We

These books here on my shelf,
filled with pages of we,
carry pictures of adventures,
when they were devoted to me.

There's one when they were little,
and sat upon my knee,
and another we were dancing,
filled with joy, filled with glee.

Growing older stories told,
proved grander again and again,
and the swelling of pride,
filled me up to no end,

And boxes filled with memories,
trinkets saved from days of past,
sits next to the shelf of pages,
collecting tears on my behalf.

As the ones I loved are gone now,
and them I little see,
some they live in heaven,
and others simply despise me.

I am billed a price so heavy,
for mistakes both true and false
I pay now with the loneliness,
days dragging in methodical loss.

I wonder if I will survive it,
the pain, the regret,
I wonder if they will ever know,
I was their mom,
at my best.....

The End

it has come

the punishment included with my existence

and though i thought i was strong enough to endure

i fear i am at the end and the pain will surely be my death

i have sat here quietly

letting all believe in the treacherous memories

from those i assisted with creation

for it is not in me to pain as i have been pained

yet every blow received from the execution

beats down repeatedly upon me and i am

a broken woman....

they will never know they have killed

the cause being of a broken heart and even still

the absence will not phase them

no tears will flow no regret cross the mind

there will only be relief and rejoicement

 for having been set free

from the disgusting weak disappointment called the one giving them life

all that i have fought for is gone

 all that i have lived for vanquished

the rejection is a pain i cannot bear

and i know not how to live

i only pray to survive

that I may continue to serve diligently......

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