The clock ticks...
Faster & faster
Time flyes by,
How long must I wait?
The hour hand hits the seven,
It make me cry.
My face is flushed and hot,
Theres a knock at the door.
Who can it be?
I try to fix myself up.
My heart is pounding.
Will you notice my unhappiness?
Can it be?
Happiness, Love, Questions but honesty.
Everythings all right!
10/14/81
A mother holds her first born son
Life and love become one
Two hands holding firm
When apart he shakes and squirms
The cure of a mothers voice
Erases any other noise
Warmth and warmth together
Combining their hearts forever
A mother and her first born son
Three years later 2+1
Two young boys in her arms
Some would say her two little lucky charms
Three hands holding firm
When apart only one shakes and squirms
Together they grow as a family
It started before they were standing
A mother in between two big boys
Grabbing the belt is a mothers only other choice
But boys don't cry they take their licks
Except when mother decides to grab a big ole switch
Hooping and hollering
The two boys rant and cry
But at the end of the day
She tells them everythings all right
For a mother with two young sons
A mothers work never seems to be done
Cooking, Cleaning and dressing
To a mother these things are a blessing
A blessing full of curses indeed
If your a mother you know what I mean
Motherhood at it's very best
Raising two boys is a mothers ultimate test
why am i afraid to say it all
why am i afraid to show the world
why am i afraid to tell everyone
why am i afraid to show my feelings
why am i afraid to just let it all out
why am i afraid they will all laugh me out
why......
why don't i know what to do
why don't i do what i want to do
why don't i show the world
why don't i expreess my thoughts and feelings
why don't i tell all my friends
why......
why do i pretend everythings all right
why do i try to stay happy when everything is out of control
why do i hurt so much inside
why do i cry
why......
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