TRAGIC Poem: A mummy, A mother, A mum, by Olivia Wicks

A mummy,
A mother,
A mum.
Sometimes I wish I could call you none
A part of your life
The whole of mine
The things I’d do for u to be kind.
I envy the others
Who don’t hate their mothers
One kiss on the forehead
Is all I’ve ever craved
Not a fist to my face,
Or a slap on my back,
I hope one day my skull will crack.
You gave me my life,
Please take it away.
U call me ungrateful
Causing me pain.
Can I sacrifice my soul
For a night in the grave.
I promise I’ll try my best to make it a permanent stay.
A coffin can adopt me
It can hold me close
Something you never did
Do you like me better as a ghost?
I don’t ruin your day
Or get in your way
And even as a ghost I still won’t make you pay.
We get along better
Now that I’m in heaven.
Not a day goes by that we both start dreading.
I’m glad we won’t meet again.
I’m not sure where you’re heading
But I don’t think you’ll ever be let into heaven.
No longer a mummy,
A mother or mum.
The daughter you had is now long gone
Your sentence is over
You served your time
Who knew having a daughter was such a bad crime.
– O.R.W

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