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.
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