Poem

I am going to start adding alot of poetry I have written over the years . This one is about my mother. I wrote it out of respect for her and hope you can find it as you read it. I have a great deal of love and admiration for her.

This picture is actually framed in the baby's room at home. Its a picture of my mother when she was little. I like it and it looks kind of like a Hallmark card.

I don't usually have title for my poems. I tend to hate titles really.

A child's imperfection,

A father's irritation,

A mother's recognition,

of what might and could have been.

Child's lonely heart

desperate plea of discontent

A father's relapse of a part

he was never in from the start.

Children don't know any less

lack of love

or solitude.

But a father knows his pride

and a mother knows her gratitude.

We lived in a home.

We lived in a home.

Parents lived in a Fort.

Stricken with rules and remorse

A child's life takes it's course.

Born to live apart

born with one side of a heart.

A father knows his mind.

He knows the hands of which he binds.

But a mother always knows

A way out from under water.

A mother cursed with a song

never knew where she belonged.

With a daughter

and a man

With a nail between each hand

She sacraficed the worse she saw in him

and she learned

To split the water.