MOM
Its that time of year when our hearts sink,
And When our souls fill with hate,
For a life of trying I cant help but think,
About how you were taken away,
how you were suddenly ripped from our lives,
Taken away from all who love you,
Which has left a space for rimorse to arrive,
And remind us of your true value,
How we didnt do enough whilst you were here,
How we suffer now you are gone,
Whenever the month of June draws near,
It reminds us of how we were conned,
how we were cheated out of your watchful gaze,
Your warmth your advise and love,
Destined to live out the rest of our days,
Holding a grudge for the one above.
(2015)
