She brought me into this world of sin
But she is my mother where can I possibly begin
She nursed me from an infant to an adult
Like a boxing instructor she taught me to stay off the ropes
My Dad was never there
But my Mom is my Dad
I grew up in a house with four siblings
My mom was tough
When times got rough we overcame our loses
We never wanted for nothing
And accepted if we couldn’t get everything new
It just showed me growing up what kind of responsibility I was getting into
My Dad was never there
But my Mom is my Dad
To see the rest of this poem be on the look out for A Writers Ambition
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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- Poetically_Inclined
- By way of Cleveland, United States
- IM A POET. Two published books. A Writers Ambition & By way of Cleveland. Both can be purchased from my website. www.wix.com/jones1987/poeticallyinclined
1 comment:
I'm feelin that Te'Erra... like I said, I can't wait for the book!!
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