When the bond is broken

by Dagmar Wilson   Dec 19, 2017


She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy,
there is constant tension in the house.

She don"t care for her sister, her brother, nothing really
she does not want to be part of anything.
Her selfishness is driving me crazy.

The mirror is her friend
sadly she is looking for ugly,
the house could be on fire
she would not lift a finger.

What do you do when a child does not care?.
The bond really seems broken.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, I think all girls go through a bit of this with their mothers. It is frustrating for sure. My oldest stopped talking to me for almost 3 years, it was horrible. Now, she's a mother herself and has both a boy and a little girl. She really sees it now and calls me just about every day to talk and get council from her own mom. So have faith, she will grow up and not be such a little "B". Hugs to you my friend.

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Brenda. It is my granddaughter. Her and her mom it is nut even funny anymore. Hugs to you

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Tough times Miss Dagmar
    The journey of life eh! written as you always do, in a 'say it how it is style'
    I love your writing for that
    Michael :)x

    • 7 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael
      My mouth has gotten me in trouble so many times. It is my 12 year old granddaughter and she don't care about nothing. It bothers me.

  • 7 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Aw Dagmar. I think a natural part of growing up includes the bit where they have to break away from their parents for a while. The bond not lost, just temporarily suspended
    Sending hugs xx
    =^.^=

    • 7 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you and let us hope so. My granddaughter really don't care much for her mother

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Dagmar,

    A terribly sad piece. The truth is, there is only so much we can ever do - even for our own children. When they become adults, the responsibilities and obligations that life brings falls on them and it is up to them to deal with it all correctly. The problem is, that doesn't stop the parents from caring and feeling like they are to blame somehow, does it? Children are a lifelong blessing - and a lifelong curse.

    All the very best to you as ever,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Ben. It is my granddaughter
      and her mother not liking eachother. It is wearing me out.

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