Guest guest Posted January 13, 2011 Report Share Posted January 13, 2011 So much for the song; but here's the unrhyming poem: " I Can See Her " I can see her In my mind's eye Her beautiful face, smooth skin, and lovely rose petal lips She is everything to me I want to be like her; I want her to like me But there is a wall Detachment She can't really see me And I can't feel her touch I watch the smoke swirling around her beloved features Wondering Why? I cough and cough until I throw up again I just want her to comfort me I want her to care She cares more about the cigarette I know it in my heart But I can't accept it So I make up another story – it's because of her pain But I love her Perhaps my love will be enough for both of us If I am good enough, she will love me She will love me again, like she never did Like she never could Because she hates me I am everything she is not I have what she couldn't have – love, acceptance, sweetness and light And there is nothing I can do to change this I am who I am Soft voice, gentle heart, blonde and light She is dark and lovely Am I really her child? I will love her until the day I die I will always yearn for what cannot be I will never accept that she is gone, never really there at all Mommy, where are you? Mommy, can you hear me? I need you Mommy. I need you. Why won't you come to me? Why can't you hear me? I miss you Mommy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 13, 2011 Report Share Posted January 13, 2011 So much for the song; but here's the unrhyming poem: " I Can See Her " I can see her In my mind's eye Her beautiful face, smooth skin, and lovely rose petal lips She is everything to me I want to be like her; I want her to like me But there is a wall Detachment She can't really see me And I can't feel her touch I watch the smoke swirling around her beloved features Wondering Why? I cough and cough until I throw up again I just want her to comfort me I want her to care She cares more about the cigarette I know it in my heart But I can't accept it So I make up another story – it's because of her pain But I love her Perhaps my love will be enough for both of us If I am good enough, she will love me She will love me again, like she never did Like she never could Because she hates me I am everything she is not I have what she couldn't have – love, acceptance, sweetness and light And there is nothing I can do to change this I am who I am Soft voice, gentle heart, blonde and light She is dark and lovely Am I really her child? I will love her until the day I die I will always yearn for what cannot be I will never accept that she is gone, never really there at all Mommy, where are you? Mommy, can you hear me? I need you Mommy. I need you. Why won't you come to me? Why can't you hear me? I miss you Mommy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 13, 2011 Report Share Posted January 13, 2011 So much for the song; but here's the unrhyming poem: " I Can See Her " I can see her In my mind's eye Her beautiful face, smooth skin, and lovely rose petal lips She is everything to me I want to be like her; I want her to like me But there is a wall Detachment She can't really see me And I can't feel her touch I watch the smoke swirling around her beloved features Wondering Why? I cough and cough until I throw up again I just want her to comfort me I want her to care She cares more about the cigarette I know it in my heart But I can't accept it So I make up another story – it's because of her pain But I love her Perhaps my love will be enough for both of us If I am good enough, she will love me She will love me again, like she never did Like she never could Because she hates me I am everything she is not I have what she couldn't have – love, acceptance, sweetness and light And there is nothing I can do to change this I am who I am Soft voice, gentle heart, blonde and light She is dark and lovely Am I really her child? I will love her until the day I die I will always yearn for what cannot be I will never accept that she is gone, never really there at all Mommy, where are you? Mommy, can you hear me? I need you Mommy. I need you. Why won't you come to me? Why can't you hear me? I miss you Mommy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 I am not a writer or a poet but if I had to pick out one thing my nada did that actually helped me be a better person I'd say it was her selfishness. No, don't call out the guys with the little white coats. Because of her selfishness I learned to entertain myself, to be self reliant. Because of her selfishness we moved a lot and I learned how to adapt quickly to new situations and schools (14 of them to be exact). Because of her selfishness, the men in her like never stuck around and I learned that relationships are hard and are not all white picket fences and flowers. Because of that I went into marriage with no expectations and we've been doing great for over 37 years now. So even the bad in a person can help us grow. Sort of like manure on the roses. > > For those who may be in (or cycling back through) the sad part of grieving over our BPD family member: > > Would anyone like to write a tribute or poem to the parts of nada/fada they love? The good parts that were helpful. The parts that give us a reason to stay LC instead of NC. Or for those who are NC, perhaps the things that contributed to your development? Maybe even the bad example that you chose not to be. > > Anyway, I am working on a song. I'll let you know if I get it and submit in poem format here. > > Love to All > And, of course, HEALING! > > +Coal Miner's Daughter > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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