For mother's day. A bit crap, but anyway. It's long, sorry [bluah]
You didn?t want the baby, but you did the best you could. It?s hard to be a mother but you did the things you should. You didn?t mean to hurt her; you always hoped she?d turn out good. You did your best to nurture; you did the best you could.
You didn?t mean to hurt her. You did the least you should. You wanted the best for her. You tried to do the best you could.
You didn?t know what hit you, or didn?t want to know. How could he be so cruel, that man who loves you so? He doesn?t mean to hurt you; he has no-one else to fight. Deep down you know he loves you. He says it, so he?s right.
He didn?t mean to hurt her. He tried to teach her as he should. He only knew the hard love and he gave the best he could.
Deep down you know he loves you, He didn?t mean to make you weep. It?s just the baby causing problems: with her like that, he gets no sleep. A tired man?s an angry man: his wife must sort things out. Her baby makes him tired, so he gives the brat a clout.
He doesn?t mean to hurt her. He?s capable of good. He wants to save her from himself; He treats her as he should.
You adore his passion so you stand and watch and cry as he throws your kids against the wall, hoping this too will pass by. You try to find their talents, teaching them to dream and fly, before he comes home after work and gives someone a black eye.
She didn?t mean to hurt me. She didn?t want to see my pain. So she turned away and thought it might not happen there again.
You want to know we love you, that we?re all OK and fine. You want some compensation for what you suffered at that time. Four children that you didn?t want; four accidents of youth:- four people you created, who can?t recognise the truth.
You didn?t want to hurt us. You didn?t mean to make us mad. You did the best that you knew, barely knowing it was bad.
I know you didn?t mean it but I know I was rejected. When I should have been adored, I was resented and neglected. I understand your feelings; how do I feel, do you think? As a woman, I can empathise, but as my mother? Well. You stink.
You didn?t mean to hurt me. You didn?t like to see me cry. You didn?t want a baby. You hoped my life would pass you by.