Dear Mother — Summary

At the age of five on my own A woman who Mother knows Came in and took off all her clothes I swore not to disclose After she stole my innocence, and my love for the unknown

Even now as an adult I struggle to find the right words I confided in Mother two years afterwards I wanted Mother to make me feel better But Mother didn't. Mother moved backwards

Mother had let me down Mother had left the room and didn't come back Mother is a coward It was all Mother's fault Six years ago, an older cousin had endured a similar torture

Fast forward to the present day I am glad the woman Mother knows is dead I am glad she suffered in her final days The feeling of depression, heartbreak, and hopelessness everyday Can finally embark on a journey faraway

Today, Mother tells me I don't visit enough Can you imagine this Mother that left me in a huff? Mother now calls me "My dear Joseph" But Mother won't see her grandchildren enough Because Mother treated my complaint with rebuff.

Show the whole poemHide the poem

Learn Poems app

Try the Learn Poems app

Everything from the website trainer, and more: new exercises, voice recording and sharing, reminders, quick review.

Written as a letter to "Mother," the poem is about childhood sexual abuse and the betrayal that came after it. The speaker, who is named Joseph near the end, describes being abused at five by a woman his mother knew. Two years later he told his mother, hoping for comfort, but she "moved backwards" and left the room. The poem puts the blame on her, not only on the abuser.

The speaker's feelings are raw and unresolved. He is angry, and he admits he is glad the woman is dead and that she suffered. His resentment toward his mother hasn't faded with age. The repeated word "Mother" at the start of so many lines sounds like an accusation, almost a charge being read out. In the last stanza the mother complains he rarely visits and calls him "My dear Joseph," yet he keeps his own children from her because she dismissed his complaint. The mood is bitter, heavy, and painful. The simple rhymes make it feel blunt, like someone finally saying what he could not say as a child.

Read also

More by DiaryAnnie

All poems
SadDiaryAnnie

Love Me Harder

When I told him to love me harder I didn't mean it literally Some girls get flowers, some get hickies Some even get babies
SadDiaryAnnie

I'm Such A Good Liar

I wish it was you I could smell in my hair and not him When I take off my clothes, I wish it was you with me and not him The fact is simply that I'm dying to hold you and not him When you speak to me now, I love only that, and not him
RomanticDiaryAnnie

Blue Boy

Hi, I'm Annie Blue Boy, that's what I call you in my head This is the seventh time we'll be riding the bus home together Yet again, my eyes will plead with you