I wait for the postman to bring me a letter,
i wait for my mom to say hes just late honey...
She writes lots of poems, and i admire that,
i think she's the coolest, i hope she knows that...
Thank you for being there
even when life didn't seem fair...
A couple of drinks
and a rush of blood...
This always happens. He knows she is having a good...
She alway thinks she is ugly and no one loves her...
Many would say he's an angel
Or a father with a caring heart...
I sit alone as I watch the rain.
It trickles down the window pane...
As the river always flows...to revive, to flourish...
As the sun shines and never hides to enlighten to...
Just a little thank you poem to my family...
She came to me
With out stretched hands...
When are you gonna realize I'm here
Without trying to mold me into something I'm not...
Mother if you loved me
You wouldnt have left...