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A short poem about the passing of my Mother and taking on life as a young man.

Submitted: April 27, 2007

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Submitted: April 27, 2007






As I helped move my Mother's furniture on the truck without a fuss;

Not once did my step-father or his new wife say, don't worry you can come with us.


My two younger sisters, and two younger brothers were told to get in the car;

Right then it became apparent to me that with them, I wasn't going very far.


My sisters and my brothers got in the car, but I was left on the sidewalk;

Just standing there.

My step-father and his new wife showed no concern for me;

It was then I knew that they just didn't care.


I watched them all get into the car without me;

I felt so alone I began to shrink.

My step-father and his wife looked at me, not a word was said;

Their eyes didn't blink.


When the car pulled away it became clear to me as they drove out of sight;

I realized I had no one who gave a damn about me;

Or where I would sleep that night.


I was 20 years old, and considered a man, still I wondered;

Now what am I to do.

I was still a child at heart, I started asking myself;

Just what to become of you.


Not having so much as one place to stay, I wanted to cry;

But my mouth had started to grin.

Because just then I felt a warm and tender touch pulling me back to the house;

That my mother died in.


I entered the house, I didn't stop to look around, I went right to her room;

Where she passed away.

I stood there for a minute, then I sat on the floor, for three nights not one word;

Did I have to say.


During the day I walked the streets, my mind, my heart and my soul;

Was in a complete and total daze.

During the night I sat on the floor in her room;

Wondering how long must I go through this phase.


When the fourth day cam I just couldn't take it anymore;

I broke down and began to cry.

Because the one person who truly loved me was gone;

I said to YAHWEH, you took my mother, why?


It was then I remembered something she told me;

She said son you know that

I am about to die.


So please listen to me;

I want you to do one thing for me;

Go out and give life a try.




Anvil Francis Wallace



Holding back the rain;

Still no ground gain;

But I live from dawn to dawn.


Holding back the pain;

These times are insane;

But I must keep going

On and on.

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