Most kids when they say they love there moms,
they don't mean it
but when i say it i do.
i love my mom.
after all the pain me and my dad put her through,
the agony of being beat when your pregnant,
the pain of your daughter slitting her wrists for no reason.
i don't know why, but she still stuck with me, she still loves me.
but as i lay in my bed crying.
i think of what i would be like without her.
i don't love only in the sympathy of her being my mom,
but for being there for me and teaching me everything i need to know.
from my first baby steps up to my graduation
and up till' were old women sitting in stitched up chairs knitting.
ant after she passes i will take her place as a good mom
because i want my kid to love me just as much as i love my mom.
