2This is a poem I wrote about my mother back in November. All mistakes are my. Tell me what you think.
Mama can you see me?
I see you in my sleep, and you're
Okay, smiling back at me .
But here with me.
Your eyes are glassy and unfocused.
Can you see me through them?
Mama can you hear me?
In my sleep, I call out too you and you come find me.
But here with me, I call out and out...
Mama can you feel?
In my sleep, your warm arms comfort me.
But here with, you're so cold.
Can you feel me?
Mama can you smell it?
In my sleep, you smell crisp and clean.
But here with me, I'm holding my breath. I can't take the awful sick smell of stunk, alcohol and smoke that is you.
Mama I'm confused.
In my sleep, you're my hero.
But here with me, I'm ashamed of my feeling for you.
Mama I hate you.