Happy Mother's Day?
RIP
KIMBERLEY KAY LeBLANC
DoD: DECEMBER 24, 1989
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
Written for my mother who passed away when I was only a year and a half old:
DREAMS
One little girl
With one little dream
Everything in place
Just as it seemed
A loving mother
With nothing to fear
Smiles on their faces
Until mommy disappeared
They did everything
That they could
But poor mommy's heart
Didn't beat as it should
Everything was chaos
When mommy's life was lost
And that one little girl
Wanted her back at any cost
Now heavy hearts
And eyes filled with tears
Her dreams are broken
And her soul filled with fear
Shattered and broken
Are her dreams
But it is her soul
That she redeems
I hope everyone enjoyed their mother's day. I unfortunately cannot celebrate Mother's Day as most everyone else can, not that I am complaining about my situation at all, it is just an undeniable fact. On my way home today I had a conversation with a good friend about my mother's death. She asked me if I became upset or sad when I saw my other friends with their mothers. The truth is I do not know what I am missing, having a mother and all, seeing as my mother died before I can remember. Yes, my father did remarry but I never got along with his wife so I never considered her my mother. She was more like "the Devil" (which is her nick-name now by the way). Thankfully she is now almost completely out of my life and I do not have to put up with her. As a matter of fact, I do not even think about having a mother. I have an excellent relationship with my father and sister and that is all I need at times. The only upsetting thing about mothers day for me is that I visit her grave. I do this every year on mothers day and christmas eve, (when she was killed) if not more.
Today though, I had to explain to a young girl, no older than 7, that I did not have a mother and I had to continue explaining to her the reason for that. It was horribly difficult but I got over it. It was not the memory of her that I was upset about, it was the detail I had to go into for this little girl to understand. Otherwise she would have kept asking me questions about it. I hate kids. They all annoy me, no matter what they are doing.
Well, I just set up a Photo Bucket Album but have yet to put all of my pictures on there. Soon I will be posting pictures in my Live Journal though. All in good time.
I bid thee farewell. Pleasant Days and Demented Dreams. Kat.
KIMBERLEY KAY LeBLANC
DoD: DECEMBER 24, 1989
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
Written for my mother who passed away when I was only a year and a half old:
DREAMS
One little girl
With one little dream
Everything in place
Just as it seemed
A loving mother
With nothing to fear
Smiles on their faces
Until mommy disappeared
They did everything
That they could
But poor mommy's heart
Didn't beat as it should
Everything was chaos
When mommy's life was lost
And that one little girl
Wanted her back at any cost
Now heavy hearts
And eyes filled with tears
Her dreams are broken
And her soul filled with fear
Shattered and broken
Are her dreams
But it is her soul
That she redeems
I hope everyone enjoyed their mother's day. I unfortunately cannot celebrate Mother's Day as most everyone else can, not that I am complaining about my situation at all, it is just an undeniable fact. On my way home today I had a conversation with a good friend about my mother's death. She asked me if I became upset or sad when I saw my other friends with their mothers. The truth is I do not know what I am missing, having a mother and all, seeing as my mother died before I can remember. Yes, my father did remarry but I never got along with his wife so I never considered her my mother. She was more like "the Devil" (which is her nick-name now by the way). Thankfully she is now almost completely out of my life and I do not have to put up with her. As a matter of fact, I do not even think about having a mother. I have an excellent relationship with my father and sister and that is all I need at times. The only upsetting thing about mothers day for me is that I visit her grave. I do this every year on mothers day and christmas eve, (when she was killed) if not more.
Today though, I had to explain to a young girl, no older than 7, that I did not have a mother and I had to continue explaining to her the reason for that. It was horribly difficult but I got over it. It was not the memory of her that I was upset about, it was the detail I had to go into for this little girl to understand. Otherwise she would have kept asking me questions about it. I hate kids. They all annoy me, no matter what they are doing.
Well, I just set up a Photo Bucket Album but have yet to put all of my pictures on there. Soon I will be posting pictures in my Live Journal though. All in good time.
I bid thee farewell. Pleasant Days and Demented Dreams. Kat.