Sad poetry: Mother’s cold shoulder I told her to pay attention but the look she gives me makes me think twice I don’t want to think twice or redo anything I crave for the attention as a baby gets without asking but the older it gets it expresses the need of attention she always gives it no matter what unless she can’t because her mind traps her giving her thoughts a mother doesn’t need the cries grow louder and louder she cries herself but with different emotions pouring out leaving it on the porch of another one owns not having second thoughts not thinking twice but for the better of her child which she thinks is best but the way I feel right now is the opposite my caretaker, the one I call mom, didn’t take me to the porch of another or give me away for the better if she even thought of it I’m still the baby in the corner crying and she’s the mom walking away leaving me there to stay alone, cold and hungry for a mom’s attentio...
