From A Child

by Brenda   Aug 7, 2007


When I was growing up
You showed me all the love
Now when I'm a young lady
You don't even tell me you love me

I know you have had a tough life
With a lot of pain and strife
Walk miles, starve for days
Never had it your way

I'm lucky for what you have gave me
You've never got half of it, i see
I'm sorry for everything you've gone through
But I just thought you would want better for me too

I get jealous watching other families
I just don't know what to believe
I live in two whole different places
One at home and the other with familiar faces

I just wish we could get along
Not be in fights that go on and on
Make it work and be strong
But i love you mom..

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