Brushed across that great white canvas
lay the portrait of his my once fine mother.
Within that person he will learn to miss
That seed lay planted, it soon will bother.
Struggled all day, she kept them at bay.
Battled all night, till her mind lost fight.
Lock away those fears at bay, and she could stay.
Her prison ripened, the soul owners plight.
Carted away that precious painting
He does not think it needs re-painting.
A child's view of his mother
Forever lost is his mother
There she went, and there she stayed
Medicated into a scary daze
Mother are you still sick and strayed?
Her words seemed trapped in that maze.
For what did you feed that seed?
Was it fear that steered you here?
He wishes to know, he misses her so.
Where is that mother he used to know?
