Free Verse: Growing Up

One of you couldn’t make it alone so it was up to the

Two of you to make it together. But

Three in the morning isn’t the time

For you to high-

Five over your wondrous

Six year old dreams that got lost on the days you turned

Seven when things were more simple and

Eight balls were the things you didn’t want to sink in pool and

Nine was the age we longed to be because everyone said the next

Ten years were to make us bitter.

Eleven days would pass in between seeing our friends and
Twelve months started to seem short.
Thirteen times the pain we felt when we were
Fourteen and our hearts were broken by bad grades and boys who were
Fifteen was the worst age, not yet able to escape to
Sixteen miles away from where you grew up,

Lyric Poem: Mother of Mine

Mother of mine, what pushed you away?

Was it his failure to please you;

Was it me begging you to stay?

Mother of mine, you left me broken,

Smoldering with hatred,

My heart you have stolen.

I prayed you’d come around, prayed you stay away,

But no matter what I prayed,

You came first

You stole the show

Battered and broken, my mother I did not desire to know.

Your poison overtook us, my father and I,

We chased your golden promises,

But fell empty with your high;

 So I wrote this to tell you off,

Wrote this to let you know,

That we are better off without you;

We’ll leave you to your snow.