I ask myself, why was I not loved as a child?
Was I such a bad child mom?
Could you not stand the sight of me, have you got regrets ever giving birth to me?
Remember mom when you shouted, smacked and made me cry?
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Deborah, you've got every reason to feel bitter about your upbringing and you don't need me to tell you this. I'd like to say 2 things to you: firstly good poetry, in my view, demands variety. This poem needs to be made more different from 'Remember? ' (with particular regard to the lines 'Remember mom...entire life') . Secondly, swap your anger for forgiveness. You'll live and love more happily. Best wishes, Gina.