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*Back Then*Trisha M. Barrek. March-15-1994/June-12-2013 Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek I love you mom I remember Back then When i was a kid The memories i hold On everything i did And the stories my mommy told Tucking me into bed Saying sweet dreams love you and don't let the bed bugs bite Then before leaving the room She'd kiss me on my forehead And i'd reply with "love you and good-night And before i knew it my dream went into flight In the morning I'd wake To the aroma of blueberry pancakes That only took a little time to bake As i hold onto my napkin I watch as my mommy pours the syrup I take a sip of my juice From my favorite cup Asking to be excused to go get dressed Stopping half way to look at the glisten on the snow I then go to change the jammies i messed being messy is not good that i know Boy to remember everything Back then Brings goosebumps to my skin I some times wish i was a kid again The memories rush back to me when i look at the picture Held up with a pin The one you gave me Back Then... (June-12-2013) But that was back then Now all i have is the memory I try to think of my past And begin to forget when The last time we were close And miss the way my mother was And the morning aroma under my nose Now my mother's soul is lost And my memories are only stuck in the past She is fighting with herself to live I wont let my mother lose this fight at any cost Her husband is the demon Within her head Her spirit is gone He is the whole freakin reason Why she is not trying Afraid every night when she goes to bed That one night she will give up on living The next day she won't be alive And that morning I will find her dead I love my mother with all my heart I cant even talk to my best friend Because he forces her to tell him what I've said In the past few years we grown apart I want my mother there when i am wed But that Subject On that I wont try to start Because i cant trust her anymore I pray to the lord to protect her with all his might To keep her safe and out of harms way Keep her in my children s sight Let her live another day Back then is what i can only remember Its the only thing i can store I don't want to see my mommy this way It hurts me so damn much I wish there was something i could do To bring the Back then I want to feel my mothers loving touch All i ask god please don't let her life end Because there's still memories to be made Get her away from the devil that keeps her trapped The one who controls her like a puppet Help her before her soul goes completely Dark Dont let her soul start to fade And she loses all spark Before the blackness kidnaps The only strength she has to live Is the company of my daughter(s) I want her to share Back Thens with her grandchildren Let my mother show them shes strong and smart This devil let her see she can get away Help her believe she can win And from this prison she doesn't have to stay Copyright Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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