A Poor Child
A Poor Child remorse stories

jemise78 twisted mind, huge heart
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The gift of love

A Poor Child

As a child I was so ashamed we were poor, A mother of three by twenty one was a lot to endure.

When compassion should have been my conscience, I was livid I never had a new pair of high tops.

The sorrow and work she put forth to put food on the table, Protecting her babies with fables.

Alls I wanted was more than hand me downs, Now I regret how much I made her frown.

She met all our needs with love, I was that spiteful, remorseful, child who became angry in my teens.

Today I can honestly say, She is stronger than I’ll ever be, Teaching us what’s important is actually free, How we grew up was actually a gift of family, The love we were given was more than I could’ve asked for.

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