love or fear

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    growing up with the type of mother i had has made me both week but then again strong

    love or fear

     a mothers love
    it comes naturally you know
    its nothing you can fake
    its nothing you can grow.
    a mothers love
    keeps you happy and warm
    its a bond you cant break
    it cant be witherd or torn.
    but is a childs love always love
    or sometimes is it fear
    to make a childs hair stand up on end
    or want to disappear.
    to make her happy is your goal
    for you know every thing is right
    her sweet words of love
    lullabies you to sleep through the night.
    then anger once again
    shows its ugly wicked face
    as you see your personal belongings
    thrown all over the place.
    terrible words come screaming grom her mouth
    as she makes you feel so small
    when happiness just a day ago
    made you feel so tall.
    my mother is gone now
    in heaven i hope she'll be
    as good and bad memories
    will always stay with me.
    and somewhere in the shadows
    i always feel her near
    and sometimes i have to wonder
    is that lve? or is it fear?

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    Musicmynded1 commented on love or fear

    03-04-2010

    Not confusing at all......... for those of us who grew up on the same side of the tracks as these;)
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    J2632 commented on love or fear

    12-16-2009

    if this poem is confusing i'm sorry. it's about a girl who would do anything for her mom who is emotionaly and mentally challenged, the one throwing any tantrums was my mother. so my questions remain did i do all that I did because of love or fear?
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    Savant commented on love or fear

    10-21-2009

    Starts offf very pleasant and then takes me to a strange place. I got an image of a child that throws temper tantrums. I got a mother's reflection on her relationship with her mother as compared to her relationship with her daughter. i think fear is a close derivative of Love. Nice work.
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    J2632

    10/22/2009

    the one throwing the tantrums was my mother.she was schitso.(forgive spelling)she treated with alcohol.now that i'm an adult i can understand but when i was a child i just saw the rage. thanks for your imput

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