Dear mum

a lovely mothers day poem.

oh my baby

here comes the rain

prepare your umbrella

    and to go insane

 

sweet sweet mama

they dont mean it

 {yes they do}

     although i aint seen it

 

so your a lost kid

  grew up in a garbage can

 outside your famlies home

 so your a ghost to them

  {you aint all alone}

 

im still here

 a bit late in life

  consoling -mother dear{est}-

       whose been blinded by strife

 

i wish my advice

  could make up for my trouble

     sorry i do things

just to try and rebel

 

happy mothers day

       and we've got jack

we're alot more in common

     cept ive got a knack

for fixing things

     and youve got a knack

for snapping strings

 

 

one grandmas dead

uncles skin sick in bed

my mommys families gone

and she wont move on

its easy to fear

the rest of this year.