To ever come to terms with this
\nThe reaction that she got
\nFrom her mother from all people
\nEffusiveness it was not
\nI am here with someone
\n“Its gin and tonic time
\nThere is no way. I can pick you up
\nYou will just have to climb”<\/p>\n
Back out of your misery
\nAnd sort your self out gal
\nThat is when the penny dropped
\nHer mother was no pal
\nThis was mother daughter stuff
\nShe alone in all the world
\nUnctuously proclaiming
\nIn hell she had been hurled<\/p>\n
A great big place of darkness
\nA dead baby in her womb
\nAn overwhelming tragedy
\nIn all this doom and gloom
\nAnd a kind of awful stupor
\nThe disinterest of it all
\nImpassive and cold hearted
\nAnd unconscious to the call<\/p>\n
Blood stained were her garments
\nLeft to realise
\nNobody at this moment
\nthere to sympathise
\nA mother is in person
\nWhere intimacy does go
\nHere in all its glory
\nThe fall out now would grow<\/p>\n
How she had been grieving
\nTearstained all the while
\nWhilst the mother knocked back gin and tonics
\nThats the kind of style
\nSo She had to wait for her husband
\nWho would get no time to spare
\nReally now at her breaking point
\nWith nobody to share<\/p>\n
Any of the happenings
\nThe evil sick refrain
\nUnwelcome and unwanted
\nClearly, somewhat insane
\nAnd the mother to this day
\nHas just forgotten the event
\nWhilst the baby girl
\nWas never born
\nShe came and then she went<\/p>\n
In the meantime there were
\nMediums who partook of her plight
\nThey spoke of long red haired
\nYoung girl
\nCarrying the light
\nAnd subsequently aiding
\nThe baby brother who
\nHad a disorderly sleep programme
\nBut there was no way that she knew<\/p>\n
29 years with the pain which is resident in fact
\nThe anger and the wrathfulness
\nAll of that still intact
\nPiqued and so embittered
\nForbidden let us say
\nA bone to pick a crow to pluck
\nAnd provocation along the way<\/p>\n
“Amber” was the lost child
\nWho drew the musical score
\nWho influenced her mother
\nWho its said she did adore
\nAnd the mother really to this day
\nHas not come to make it up
\nShe has seemingly forgotten
\nBetween candlestick and cup<\/p>\n
Her tears would fill an idyll
\nHer heart was broken through
\nThe memories have been with her
\nAnd are always there it is true
\nPitiless ingratitude
\nApparently is there
\nReady to take on the world
\nPlunging it to despair<\/p>\n
The mother child relationship
\nWas simply blown away
\nNobody showed her any kindness
\nAnd there she had to stay
\nSuffering the humiliation
\nAnd her painful score
\nUnpretentious really sounding
\nThat another war
\nis just around the corner
\nAnd whats more<\/p>\n
A Curse upon existence
\nA denunciation dares
\nA philanthropy of silence
\nAnd sheaths of foreign prayers
\nThe cynicism of it all
\nNobody to greet
\nAmber would have been 29
\nUp to now her world complete<\/p>\n
A women losing everything
\nThe child she carried, she
\nHad to take a real big hit
\nAnd suffer it instantly
\nLosing the potential
\nWhilst gathering a child
\nUp into ones heart strings
\nLess it be defiled<\/p>\n
The mother went to Hell and back
\nAnd cannot shake this free
\nA man will do whatever
\nThe women though must
\nSee
\nit all through
\nto its bitter end
\nAnd clearly this she tried
\nShe never will forget her daughter
\nNo matter who denied<\/p>\n
One year or so later
\nAnother pregnancy
\nHer waters broken twice it appears
\nBut the first time no baby
\nThe terrible worry surfaced
\nAnd disturbed the husband so
\nBut despite the troublesome pregnancy
\nA child was born to glow<\/p>\n
To draw the eyes of many
\nA boy in high esteem
\nThe mother will not ever forget
\nThe daughter she would seem
\nAlready altogether clearly she was not
\nAnd it all got rather strained
\nAgain
\nWhich no body liked a lot<\/p>\n
What her mother did the first time around
\nLeaves really many gaps
\nThe poxy gin and tonic excuse
\nIt was like a game of craps
\nAll the latent misery and solid
\nInfamy
\nLost in Such confusion
\nAnd what became a tragedy<\/p>\n
She told to me this story
\nWith red eyes and for me
\nI felt the enormous anguish
\nTrying to break free
\nBut solidly within her soul
\nLamenting to the sky
\nAmber she would cherish her
\nTill the day that she will die<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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