You Were Suppose to Love Me
 

God’s greatest gift to bear a child.

To give life to another being.

A precious miracle

Totally dependant on you.

Just a small bundle in blankets

Innocence given as a birthright.

Your precious little girl.

You were suppose to love me.

I looked to you for protection

I followed close behind you

Imitating your every move.

I trusted you to not lead me astray.

People around me taunted and tortured me.

You turned your back and said “do as they say”.

A small girl in a cruel dark world.

Rescue me?  You did not.

You joined their evil games.

“Mother” what does that word mean to you?

You gave me to demons to do as they choose.

“Daughter” that word meaning a girl child of your own.

To Love, not to torture and use.

I grew up to be a woman, a mother.

A caretaker of children, precious and innocent.

God gave me the chance to love them

protect them as you failed to do me.

Mother, I know the truth now.

I refuse to continue being your slave.

God gives me the strength to resist your words

The ties are broken, never to mend.

Vengeance against you, No.

Do I wish you harm? Not at all.

I pray you see God’s love in me.

He rescued me when you left me spiritually dead.

I was...  A small bundle in blankets.

Innocence given as a birth right.

God’s precious little girl.

He does, as He always did, love me.

by Brenda

© 2006

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