As I think upon all I know
Saw a few pictures of those souls
A video of them on their stroll
They’re alive; living their lives
Though they don’t know I’m alive
Their mother’s anger knows no bounds
So here I am; estranged; unfound
Her hatred burns with brightest flame
As she feels I’m to blame…
I have given all I had
Left nothing for myself I vow
What more could any loving mother do
Than give everything for their need
Leaving nothing for herself
Bled dry by their insatiable greed
Used up then dumped by the wayside
No longer useful; a dried up seed
The grandchildren met their nana
She told them your other nana loves you too
Granddaughter retorted; why doesn’t she call?
Oh God that hurts; below the belt
How can I call when she restricts it all
Blocked on every possible place
Can’t even talk; communications down
