MotherA Poem by blackbelief
I've been bad things, mama,
pushed back the good. Sweet mother, scream at me now! Please speak to me now! There's a woman so great mother, never heard of another. Just loved and served, you, mother. Don't you remember mama? How I used to cry for things, and you used to get me those. bring me you now, I'm crying for you. All those times, all those days. I can't see them. I can't feel them. There you sit mother, long away in the stars. And I can't stop crying mama, tears flow like burning sparks.
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 Author
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