Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Buried Words  Sep 2018
Mommy
Buried Words Sep 2018
'Why is Mommy so upset?'
'Why is Mommy not talking?'
'Why does Mommy have scars on her arms?'
'Why did Mommy hit me?'
'Why doesn't Mommy love me anymore?'
'Why is Mommy in the doctors all the time?'
'Why is Mommy taking so many pills?'
'Where is Mommy gone?'
Lizzy Sep 2014
Mommy told me about her dream
I looked like a skeleton
And she was begging me to eat
She really did
I can’t believe you are gone
Even though it’s been a year
It feels like it was just yesterday
I felt your cold palms
Shaking your body
Telling you to “wake up, mommy, please..”
But no response
I died with you that day
It’s been a year
And I still don’t feel alive without you
I feel so broken
How did this happen?
I can’t believe you are gone
Come and hold me again like when I was a baby
And sing to me you are my sunshine
I want to hear your voice
Tickle me
So I can jump into the clouds and spread my wings with you
Mommy!
You made me mad!
Why did you leave?
I need you here.
I need to tell you that I like this boy at school.
I have to tell you that I have straight A’s again
I HAVE TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU TO YOUR FACE!
I have to tell you I miss you
I have to tell you I want to be with you
I feel so alone!!
You left me
I still smell your smell
Hear your voice
See your smile
Oh my God mommy
I need you mommy
Talk to me mommy
I’m hurting mommy
I love you mommy
I miss you mommy
I know you’re in heaven mommy
But you were only fourtysix
Mommy
I’m only 16
Mommy I need you at my graduation
At my wedding
At my baby’s birth
I need you!!
I need you to tell me that you are with me
I need to hear your voice
The PAIN
I don’t know how I made it without God on my side
But mommy
Why you???????
I love you mommy
Forever and ever
Not until the day I die
I will love you after the day I die and even more.
I want to hug you
I want to scream at you
I want to say I love you
I want to talk to you!!!
I want you to see that I am your daughter needing her mother!
I want you to know I am here.
I want to be in heaven with you
I want to finish your work for God and be with you
I want you mommy
MOMMY!!!!!!
Evelyn Genao Mar 2018
"Please, daddy!"
You were walking so fast.
Too fast for my little feet to keep up.
Was it that easy for you to leave me?

You heard my tear-filled screams, but you never stopped.
You just kept going.
Farther and farther away, not even trying to get one last look at me.
I punched, pulled, and pushed trying to make you stop.
You didn’t.
You just kept going.
Leaving me behind.
"Please don’t leave me!"

Pain.
I remember it too well.
The heart throbbing pain.
We watched as you left.
Me and mommy.
My eyes were wet.
Hers were dry, cold.
As if she knew this would happen.

I looked into mommy's eyes.
Her brown eyes tangled with lies.
Lying to me for you.
How long do I have to wait for you before you realize that what you did was a mistake? What was the reason you stayed away for so long?
Was it all the stupid crap you did in the past or is it because you don’t want me anymore?

Since you left, I dreamed of your return.
The day you would wrap me in your arms and whisper in my ear,
"I'm sorry for what I did. I promise I will never leave you again,
my little Cookie Monster
."
Then I wake up, hoping to see you.
Praying that it wasn’t all a dream.
But reality soon caught up, and the dream quickly died.

I remember all the tears I had rushing down my face
as I saw you leave me and mommy behind, to never return.
I'm so incomplete without you, I need my daddy back in my life.
You deceived me, you said you would always be there.
You pinky promised.
You broke your promise.
How can I trust you again?

Do you still think of me as your "cookie monster" or
a daughter you never loved, a daughter you could leave behind without a single goodbye in the blink of an eye? I wish you were here to watch me grow up but we both know that will never happen.

"I miss you so much! Won’t you please come back to me, daddy?
I just need to see your face one last time
."
Am I that disappointing I need to work to make you love me?

Hey, daddy even if you don’t love me I will always love you no matter what happens.
I bet you didn't even think about how I would feel when you left.
No, you only thought of yourself like you always do.

You missed all my birthdays, first dates, father-daughter dances,
and you may even miss my wedding, not that you even care.
Did you know that I would wait for the postman to bring the mail and check to see if there was a letter for me? But there never was.
I eventually stopped going, knowing nothing was there for me.  

"Well, daddy looks like you really didn't care about me buts it's in the past. Now I have a family who loves me, stays with me, and likes for who I am.
I don't need you anymore
.”

Daddy, I still need you. Please, come back.
When I was 6, my dad was deported to the Dominican Republic. I remember visiting him in prison before he was booted out of the country. I was only a child then and I don't remember much but the pain is still there. I didn't ever write down my feelings until my English teacher assigned the class a project where we had to write a poem about a struggle that impacted our lives. It was not the best and as the years went by I would add more to it, pouring my heart and soul into it. I think the day presented my poem to the class was the day that I wanted to become a writer. I hope you love this and be sure to comment your thoughts on it. Also, check out my other poems!!
BJ Donovan Apr 20
You're 25 and on your own. Don't touch the burner.
   You are woman. We still remember swings and sandbox.
   Forgive us our reminisces and worry for toddler steps
   when you travel and conquer the world. We loved you
   every step along your way and will every step forward.
   I'm always ready to catch you if you fall from the swing.
sandra wyllie  Apr 28
MOMMY
sandra wyllie Apr 28
wasn’t those mommies who read story books in laps
and crooks of her *****. She shook those needle painted hooks
until said bled a velvet red and ran off alone to hide inside
the white ruffled canopy bed. She was cumbersome as the long mink

coat; she’d tote on a five-foot one frame of the mentally
insane. Little Dolly she’d call the tiny tot. Now sit and look pretty, don’t spoil your dress or I’ll beat you silly! Daddy had friends inside
his head that kept him entertained.  But when he got angry with them

there was hell to pay. And he took it out on the two with garish
words and hyperbole that could fill the vortex of dolly’s soul. Between the cries and begs mommy got exasperated and wiped the floor up
with dolly’s head like a mop. She must have got brain damaged when

she pitched her skull like a baseball through the glass window. It shattered into a hundred pieces. Boy, did she beat the bejesus out of Dolly!  She had welts the size of thick cigars and her behind was
on fire as a wood-burning stove and hung off her side like a overcooked

marshmallow.   Mommy dearest smoked those Parliaments one after the other. And between each puff of swirling grit she’d cuss out loudly and hurl her spit. Gawd, if only she’d choke on it! The orange bee-hive hair she wore looked like a hornet’s nest. Stung a thousand times young, and a thousand more since they rolled her corpse out the door.
these words speak truth and are scars of my youth
Osiria Melody Feb 14
Jubilant child, gently prancing to the candy store
A lollipop, chocolate bar, or a fruit paid in full
Locked door, crying river tears that make my sad
eyes swirl red, like peppermints
Mommy and daddy don’t love each other anymore

Notorious teen, aggressively committing thievery
A pack of cigarettes, alcohol, or pills paid in full
Locked door, smiling sunny teeth that make my
cheeks radiate, hurt
Popping pills like death candy
Mommy and daddy just got divorced

Apathetic adult, hating to have my own family
Bottles of colored juices, packs of funny looking
lollipop sticks, or death candy sprawled across the
table
(Alcohol, cigarettes and drugs are my friends,
how pathetic)
Haphazard mess, failing health over death candy,
coughing smoky clouds, dragon voice sadness
Mommy and daddy are dead

Harder to breathe when you’re trying to speak
through grains of sand
Found a dull romance, much more emotionless
than my parents’ relationship
Your promises of climbing mountains and
swimming oceans

Nothing more than promises, false and broken
A living dream of what it all means, withering
dignity
At least, death candy never commits infidelity, an
insatiable lover
Takes me to my grave, burying me in all
these substances



Melody
2/14/19
I drew my inspiration from admiring the sweetness of a candy store.
Next page