Cold
By: Shygirlll

As I sit here I can't believe my eyes.
There lays her mother dead and cold in a cheap casket.
And all the while not one tear escapes from her darkened eyes.
Not even a hurtful beating in her unloving heart.
Cold and uncaring, no emotions for the one who gave her life.
This the woman that gave me life, that beat me for being me.
And all the while I still love her because it is her blood,
that pumps through the heart that she gave me.
What could make a heart so hateful, so mean and uncaring?
As the cancer fills her body I realize that soon she will follow.
Soon she will lay before us dead and cold in a cheap casket.
Will I cry? will I not feel the pain that a child feels?
Will I never feel the love that was to be mine but never was?
I think the pain of all the blows will finally subside
I will cry.........like I have never cried
And I will love and except love like I never have.........
When she is cold.

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