The Wrong Side
To the right is mom and the left is mother.
(Father died during my birth in December.)
Home was centered in the Highland near a River.
A happy life we have in silence.
1980, the men with hats – along
with papers, took mom away.
Mother won't tell me why,
I wonder how we became lost.
1981, I never saw mom, and mother –
an addict. She said
It eases her existence, but I can
hear Death jerking on the door knot.
I pretended he wasn't there and
Away keep it locked.
1982, the men with hats – along
with papers, took me away.
Mother pulled the trigger and
Didn't hesitate to pull it twice and trice.
Every time I went near the roses
I could smell Death's odor;
I guess he is after me now too.
1983, mother can see me anymore,
because Death is holding her light.
Darkness came one day and
I ask him to hold me hand.
I miss how to the right is mom and to the left is mother.
I slept, hoping that tomorrow
I will have already be to the other side,
But I was on the wrong side to begin with.
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Stolen Generation
FantasyDo you dare read a story you not sure what it might? Just try it out :) Some of you guys might have found this story somewhere before and in many different forms. I have been trying to write this story, but each time I try to, I loses motivation...
