For My Mama

I wrote this for my mama; one of just a few pieces I've written that she understands

~For my Mama~ 

 

 

I know a lady

 

She really is like no other

 

 

She'll forever take care

 

Of me, my sister, and my brother.

 

 

She'd never turn us away

 

Though at times I really wonder WHY

 

 

She takes our crap like a real woman

 

Where others would've given up and said good bye

 

 

She takes care of me the most

 

And I've done not a thing to thank her

 

 

She feeds, shelters, clothes, and taxis

 

Me, and my small yet trying family

 

 

All I do is shovel out undone promises

 

I neglect to show my appreciation

 

 

So I won't make another empty promise

 

I'll just beg your forgiveness, Mama, for my troubles

 

 

And pray you don't give up on me just yet.

 

After all, what is life without faith?