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<font color="green"> I so much wish my mother had not been abusive, I wish she had not had a mental breakdown and tried to kill me when I was a toddler. It still hurts that she beat me as a teen. I don't know how to be angry with those I love because I fear losing the relationship. Perhaps if I understood why she turned on me I could heal and learn to trust. Today I am near to my 52nd birthday and still I yearn and ache for the mother she started out as, the one my heart recalls.
My Heart Recalls
Somehow, my heart recalls
Your warm and tender care
Snuggling safe in your arms
Your heartbeat my lullaby.
My body recalls the pain
The fear and the shame
Why did you turn against me?
What did I do so wrong?
How does love allow
Beatings and neglect?
Or was it changed to hate?
What caused the awful breach?
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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