She hates her mother
Wishes she were dead
Still being controlled
Both in her heart and head
Even when the 'old girl' dies
The pain of rejection will never be
Any less in her poor eyes
For at her death; you see
Any chance for compromise
There will no longer be...
I love my mum, she means the world to me
ReplyDeleteBut others cannot feel this love
For others; mother love is untrue
They have never felt so blessed
as dear mum; I have been with you