What Have I Done?

My child,

my flesh and blood,

full of my hopes and dreams

for better than what

plagues me.


I have failed

the course of 'motherhood.'

I've passed along

my defective genes

and now sit,


My son,

my youngest boy,

just barely a teen,

must bear the cross

I have carved for him,

and all I want to do,

is crucify myself upon it.

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Written: 07-2003

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