Forgive me mother I know that I did wrong
But I also know whats done is done
I can’t change my deed or my lie
It’s to late the moment has gone by
I wouldn’t change it anyway
No matter what you say
The experience wasn’t good or bad
The first big night out I’ve had
As you stand there and mutter a curse
I think but mother you’ve done worse
Think back to when you were like me
I don’t think it’s a great sight to see
How often have I done something real bad?
This is the third time so don’t be sad
I’m not a drunk, I don’t do drugs
I don’t spend all my time with thugs
Only my ears are pierced and I don’t have tattoo
Which is more than I can say for you
SO don’t freak out and don’t get mad
I don’t do that much to make you sad
Forgive me mother
This is written for my mum after she found out that I’d gone somewhere I shouldn’t. Though she will probably never see thisor any other of my poetry as she doesnt know it exists. But this ones for her anyway.
