Mother
She was once the thing that made my tears end.
She always knew how to make everything better.
She would make the monsters go away.
She could brighten a rainy day.
Now she takes and never gives.
Now she is the cause of my pain.
Now she is the reason that I can't sleep.
Now she is the reason I weep.
Copyright © Heather Martin | Year Posted 2006
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