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Mama Trauma
by Meghan HelmichYou died on a Sunday
while everyone yelled at the TV
as the Packers beat the Redskins
and I spread out my sketch pad
at the table.
I wasn't by your side
though they said you asked for me.
I stayed in the warm New Orleans hospital
licking my childhood wounds
that you saw inflicted upon me.
It seems even now, somehow,
neither of us could be there for the other
in her darkest moment. 01/10/2016 Author's Note: Goodbye mom. I love you.
Posted on 01/11/2016
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/11/16 at 04:35 PM I'm very sorry for your loss, Meghan. This really expresses the complications of relationships. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/19/16 at 03:08 PM Good to see this as POTD! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/21/16 at 05:26 PM I guess everyone loves their except for me. I actually loved my stepmother better than my 'real' mother. She left us when I was about seven and my dad didn't re-marry until I was about twelve. She died in her mid-eighties and I had only seen about three or four other times. Nice write here!! |
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