I want to write of
The things my mother told me
Of beautiful things
She said when she’d hold me
I long to say
“My mother told me” about this life we live
But instead my mother taught me
There are things you can’t forgive
A mother’s love is priceless
A fortune you can’t count
But I have gone bankrupt
And all my checks have bounced
Her love was pouring over
Seeping from every pore
With no way to take cover
From the grenade thrown on the floor
You can have too much of a good thing
But it wasn’t even good
She didn’t care
Her love was just for her
She never understood
If the essence of a mother’s love is selfless
One who doesn’t charge nor collect your debts,
Who knows how to be what her children need,
Who gives every bit of herself freely,
Then I long to have another
Who I know knows how to love
But instead I have no mother.
