Reminiscing Ii
Laying on the field
Day dreaming about a picnic
As my family life kinda hasty:
Mom always working to put food on the table, dad missing
Such is nature the rapture,
Promising myself that I'll be a better dad
Spending More time with my kids
Those keys, but deep down I know
Time hits and life hurt's,
Saw the bruises on my moms hands
And She hid them with white gloves,
Not knowing that I see the work
And the pain she's in,
I know it's not easy being clean
Even harder being straight,
But she managed while my dad was missing,
Copyright © Piercing Words | Year Posted 2019
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