Sat
Aug
2
What Mother used to be…
Once there was my mom
Once she was kind,
once she cared,
she used to be proud,
she used to teach,
she used to be a mom.
Now she is mother.
She pushes and pushes,
doesn’t care at all.
I wish she would still
love me, still hug me,
now all she does is bitch,
about how she isn’t rich,
how if only we were different,
if only we weren’t the way
we alwayss have been,
then she would find happiness.
I wish she was happy,
I wish her smile would shine in her eyes,
I wish she cared,
I wish she still gave hugs,
still loved me.
I wish that she would go back,
like before.
Once I had a mom.
