"Some-kind of Mother" (written Feb. 1997)
Wanting MY MOM
For So Long
Hating her So
Needing to Grow
Her tears in the night
Her love out of sight
Years go by
Stop to cry
Smell of her shirt
Washing off dirt
Spaghetti on the stove
Hardly ever drove
Sound of her voice
Now loving by choice
Chores every day
Wanting her to stay
Not needing my mom
She was too gone
In her own way
Loving me everyday
Not wanting to show
How much I've grown
More of my friend
'Till the very end
To a my sister and brother
She was some-kind of mother
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