Memories of Mother

The tale of a grown child missing, although not the best one in the world, mother.

When I was younger, I could live with

All the s**t you said you couldn't take

My laugther and my singing voice, but now it makes me shake

You, as my mother, should have treasured

My innocence ahead of ageing

Look at how you made me be

Not ready to grow up

As you kept me keep the silence

of your heart, it crept all over mine

I tried my best to never cry

Pretend that we were fine

But as the years passed you passed with them

And now I stand here in your wake

To love my child, forgetting you, is something I must stake

You know, I miss you, my dear mother

And those happy times I heard you singing

I still recite them in my sleep

and dream of smiles that it could bring

Because when you smiled, in my tiny world

Were colors, like in movie theater

Then I somehow, like any child

Got to wish that time would stop