Hey Mom
Hey mom
remember way back then
Hey mom
remember all my friends
Hey mom
remember all that fun
Cleaning the yard in all that sun
So do I really write that well
Or must I practice with a quill
Blue jean pants & pressed white shirt
Oh please mom i hate that skirt
The homemade dress I felt so dumb
I guess tho I was the lucky one
U missed my introduction to those who said they cared
You got the repercussion of me when I was scared
Childhood has its fears as everyone has seen
Just some of us are different were not really mean
Picking posts, is what we have become
Until they really hurt someone
Hey mom
Do you see what happens when they lie
Hey mom
Whats it feel like when its time to die
Hey mom
do we get to avenge ourselves
Hey mom
Will you now return to Hell
Hey mom
Can I count on you or not
Hey mom
I will claim my father when they all rot
Now I must find away
To dismember two who lied that day
Lied and claimed that I was wrong
While lining their pockets all along
Hey mom
Have you hit the bottom yet
i have my friends lets not forget
But their afraid of who we are
Stating their not going that far
Hey mom its just you and me again
Because I cant rely on all my friends.
To Helen Uitermark my mom of choice
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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