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There was a time and a place
Where things were normal
But what is normal in this kind centaury?
Where mothers seem to be in maternal
And although you blamed yourself
You had nothing to say
But you slag off the one daughter you had
One but a lonely bouquet,
You expected her to love you?
When did you ever say you loved her?
She had her independence
From too young an age monsieur
And you say you couldn’t cope?
What about her and the world coming
And she’s silently suffering
A depressed child craves nothing
But a sense of worth
Feel liked or even loved.
All they want is to make their parent proud
Why should that be shoved?
You were there for your child in darkest nights
Where hell took over but I disagree
You blame your child for being alive?
For being the person she grew up to be?
Guess what – you made her
You had your chance ‘carve’ her wits
To teach her right from wrong
How to communicate, to make relationships
But you couldn’t do this yourself.
So what was there to expect for free
That your child was not who
You initially thought they would be –
If you thought about this at all!
She chooses to stop contact with you
And I guess you blame her
For all the past mistakes and the decisions you made.
But you were her maternal chauffeur
But you couldn’t cope, you didn’t care
So don’t expect your child to say I love you
To ever have depended on you
What did she gain from you
Apart from the lack of confidence
That she was useless, worthless.
She has nothing left to say to you
But to prove she has a sense of purpose.
