Little mother

Her mother never gave her the love she craved. Pushed her away when she asked for kisses. All through her childhood her dolls were saved. Tea parties with tiny dishes. Too soon she grew up to be a teen. She wanted love.Never knew what it meant. She flirted with a boy. He was heaven sent. He said that he loved her this flattering teen. She had an idea.Her desperation hatched a plan. To show him she loved him by giving in. It was not beautiful.She did not understand. It hurt her and she felt full of sin. She never let him touch her again. The days went by and her body acted odd. She got sick in the morning and her clothes would'nt fit. Putting on weight? Asked her mother. She lowered her head with a nod. Soon she could no longer hide it. Her mother had a wild screaming fit. Abortion.Never! She will have the child. Send her to her aunts to hid the shame. She pats her tummy my baby she smiled. Tiny garments just like her doll's things. Making list after lists of baby names. The first labor pains made her head ring. She was not ready to end childhood"s games. Cold rooms,bright lights and muffled voices. Why can't I hold my new baby son? Her mother stood at the end of her bed. A woman in a suit said it's not yours to keep. Nooooo!She sreamed and cried her eyes red. The gave her a shot to make her sleep. Alone in her bed room. There in the dark. Crying and hugging her favorite doll. Her face some how older with life's cruel mark. To think seeking love was her only down fall. Written July 26th, 2001 © on Jul 26 2001 06:00 AM PST   0 • 8