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by Samuel
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1669899
A poem about the loss of a Mother figure.
This is actually something I write a number of years ago, but I have decided to add it since I so rarely am able to write poetry. It kinda gets repetitive, and a few of the lines are pretty rough, but overall I am fond of it. There was a story to go along with it at one point, but it wasn't very good and I have long since thrown it away.

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It was a sunny December day,
So long ago,
I put my trust in you,
My love and my soal,
I gave it to you,
Everything to you.

I have been stabbed before,
Time and time again,
I learned this lesson before,
Time and time again.

We vowed our loyalty to her,
On a sunny December day,
To forever follow her,
Where ever she may lead,
She was like a Mother,
And us brothers.

It has been done before,
Time and time again,
A brother kill a Mother,
Once and again.

We said we would always be together,
Though anything,
Through everything,
We were to be a family,
One that would never be lost,
One that would forever last.

It has been said before,
The offer of greed,
Money for a life,
Time and time again.

It is a sunny December day,
And that woman is dead,
Our Master,
Our Mentor,
Our Mother,
Her blood is on your hands brother.

Blood has been there before,
But never like this,
The blood always washed,
But this blood stays forever.

A sunny December day,
I am alone,
There was a time,
Such wonderful time,
I thought this would never happen,
I still love you Brother,
But her blood is stained on your hands,
And soon yours will be stained on mine.
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