A Mothers Touch

What is it that makes, a women a mother Is it coming to her son, lying under cover Is it the rending of flesh, if he refuses to please Is it at his young age, and his size she does tease Is it how she tells him, this will make you a man Is it making him feel, as low as she can Is it beating his flesh, with belts, sticks, and wire Is it punishing the truth , and calling him a liar Is it running her fingers, through the hair on your head Is it knowing that night, she will come to your bed Is it locking your arms, under both of her knees Is it her sexual desires, she makes you appease Is it making you fear, each day of your life Is it making you feel, your mom is your wife Is it making you take, the trash to the bin Is it making you want, to follow it in Is it the guilt you will feel, for the rest of all time This may not be yours, but this mother was mine