Array ( [sid] => 134001 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Man Who Made My Momma Cry [time] => 2007-05-01 13:52:02 [hometext] => [bodytext] => When the papers were signed and you’d packed your things did you stop to say good-bye?
When your baggage was placed and you’d closed and locked the trunk did you take some time to cry?
Did you think about your mistakes and drown in self quilt as you punched the gas and drove away?
Perhaps pray for some holy miracle that you’d learn to forgive yourself someday?

Did you know that a check in the mail doesn’t compare to a phone call or even a card?
Or perhaps that I’d once trade everything to spend time with you catching fireflies in the yard?
Yet, instead I was advised to grow without you, a childhood void of any ounce of fatherly care
Except for short allotted parental weekends, which when added up, you still were never there.

I once wished Mom would find another lover, but her morals refused to fill your void
And I don’t blame her for being strong, without her stability our lives would have been destroyed
She didn’t need another husband, another risk of someone staying long enough for it to hurt
Nor did we need the faith of Him, an open offering to hide our suffering in his church.

Nineteen years of fatherless living and still at times I blame my birth towards the reason
That the days of our father-daughter companionship are now part of a past season
And I condemn myself each time I realize everything I know about you is nothing at all
It takes more than one individual to make an effort, placing me just as equally at fault.

Mom still swears sometimes you’re everywhere, like a stain that refuses to disappear
And at moments I join her in her discomfort when we secretly wish that you were here
Yet through it all you’ve remained a ghost to me – shackleless; but bound by blood we’re tied
And in every memory encased of you, you’re still the man who made my momma cry. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Dragons_Of_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Man Who Made My Momma Cry


The Man Who Made My Momma Cry
Date: Tuesday, 1st May 2007 @ 01:52:02 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Dragons_Of_Rose
When the papers were signed and you’d packed your things did you stop to say good-bye?
When your baggage was placed and you’d closed and locked the trunk did you take some time to cry?
Did you think about your mistakes and drown in self quilt as you punched the gas and drove away?
Perhaps pray for some holy miracle that you’d learn to forgive yourself someday?

Did you know that a check in the mail doesn’t compare to a phone call or even a card?
Or perhaps that I’d once trade everything to spend time with you catching fireflies in the yard?
Yet, instead I was advised to grow without you, a childhood void of any ounce of fatherly care
Except for short allotted parental weekends, which when added up, you still were never there.

I once wished Mom would find another lover, but her morals refused to fill your void
And I don’t blame her for being strong, without her stability our lives would have been destroyed
She didn’t need another husband, another risk of someone staying long enough for it to hurt
Nor did we need the faith of Him, an open offering to hide our suffering in his church.

Nineteen years of fatherless living and still at times I blame my birth towards the reason
That the days of our father-daughter companionship are now part of a past season
And I condemn myself each time I realize everything I know about you is nothing at all
It takes more than one individual to make an effort, placing me just as equally at fault.

Mom still swears sometimes you’re everywhere, like a stain that refuses to disappear
And at moments I join her in her discomfort when we secretly wish that you were here
Yet through it all you’ve remained a ghost to me – shackleless; but bound by blood we’re tied
And in every memory encased of you, you’re still the man who made my momma cry.

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