Dear Mom
Moma come home I am emotionally lost
moma comes running because
I need her warm touch
It seems to me moma that I need you
more now, then ever before to walk
through my door
My memory keeps playing my
childhood days and I do so regret
all the hate I've displayed
I had blamed you back then for
all of my confussion within,
but I am still who I am no matter
how different it would of been
To the best of your ability you've
raised us kids well, giving
us your all while my father kept
you in hell
Moma I'm calling to thank you for
life, giving me your love, and trying
to guiding me right
Moma I'm older and only now do I see
a lot of things between you and daddy
you had sheltered from me
And now that I am a moma,
I can only hope to be all of the
things I remember that my
moma was to me
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