Poetry: Father - by Maria Bertalan

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by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 17, 2009

Yes, as with tearful eyes
My mother sat on the bed.
Her luggage filled, she was worthless ...
Junks of the life big magnetism.
As a gracious gift you give her,
You walked to the the room,took final decision.
Wisely, you will not kill me,
cut away me from the womb ...
which I waited trembling, afraid and chattered.
Have cried, but I was hoping.
The common sense will win , or your heart ...
My mother thought she was hiding her son,
so she begged, the tears shed.
Your vanity kept my young life,
Compass to rollercoaster, disappointment ,
with your lovers curses beaten.
Take on my shoulder in my all life
your sin ...

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