My Mother. [Ode]

My Mother.

A tattered heart beats,
Holding on tight to her sheets -
Lined with crystal tears.
And somewhere along the years,
She had forgotten to say "I love you."
To someone she thought was true.
But in the dark, while the house is asleep,
She prays to God - her soul to keep,
A mother of three trying to stay strong,
But inside the hollow shell; she was gone.

She wipes her cheeks with a dirty rag,
And for help from anyone, she did beg;
For she knew that there was nothing else,
She could do to save herself.
And on the streets so dark and alone,
Her lost husband layed, with nowhere to go,
The drugs sucked him in and ate him alive,
Begging for money - he needs to survive.
Unable to prove himself to his family,
He knows, that's where he is destined to be.

And she slams the empty bottle down hard,
As she grips onto her hearts final shard,
Knowing the little white lies broke the marriage apart,
And she is dying like a movie star from playing the part.
But in the darkened room she prays,
That her family lives for today,
And keeping her head up, she walks with pride,
Hiding all the angst that she feels inside;
And my mother, the greatest woman I know,
Is the reason why I have this life to show.

© Jenna Elphick
December 7, 2006

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An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.

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**Okay, so this may not be very inspirational for a lot of people...but she is my inspiration so I out it here. **