My mother is poor
She works to save her life
Her breast rebelled
And they put her under the knife.

My mother is tired
Filled with poison weekly
Radiated, burned skin
She smiles so meekly

My mother is bitter
Not entirely lost really
Just alone and lonely
But can still be very silly

My mother is strong
In a small weak way
Lasted years with father
Who refuses to pay

My mother, my mother
I would give my flesh
To make you happy
Healthy, satisfied, fresh



I am such a child.....

Mother, oh Mother!
I can’t cry for you
I want to, I try, I try!
I still need you, I do!

Mother, Mother, Mother
You can’t need me now!
What have I to give to you!
I don’t know how, I don’t know how!

Mother, I’m so sorry......

07/14/2006

Posted on 07/14/2006
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