Temper..temper..

by LuCkYgIrL0409   Jan 28, 2007


I sit back and watch him lash out his anger.

I know he is upset, but why does he act out this way?
I give him all the love i possibly can.
Yet seems that all i get back is an unending temper.

I look at him as he sleep, just wondering what i can do to make things better.

I love you to death, for you are my own flash and blood, i just wish you would respect me, as a son should.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Krystal

    I can't possibly understand a bond between a mother and son.. But I've heard it's pretty tough. Anyway.... I like this poem. It's swell.
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