Mother

When the rose bud died you came out More beautiful than where you originate Your golden heart loves with no doubt And your untainted mind doesn't complicate. Your nature steers my imprudent course While intoxicated I sit beside your grace Looking at your buoyancy with no remorse That I am not as clean as your bare face. In my blood runs brands of liquors Morning after morning I take a sip Until I am consumed like an inebriate critter Hanging in the verge of sanity's tip. And when evening comes I sleep not I wait for the dawn to introduce the Sun To see you waiting at 6am on the dot For me to come home after some fun. Now I stare at an empty bottle of gin Where the remnants of my childhood lies Once again, I'm haunted by the ghosts within They carry the pain that never dies. The memories of how I took you for granted Gives me enough chills to keep me sober I wish I could turn the hands of time if I wanted For a wonderful person I call my mother.