When Push comes to Shove
I won’t be here forever
you know
You’ll be sorry when I’m dead
All the years I’ve done my
best
She filled my ears with
dread
Worked my fingers to the
bone
My mother’s voice rings
out still
You won’t care, I’ll die
alone
She spat those words so
shrill
Regret will come too late
my girl
You’ll be filled with useless
guilt
The selfish thoughts that
you unfurl
Crying over milk you’ve
spilt
For me to have what she
did not
A better life for a surly
child
It was because of me the
life she got
That left me in her eyes
reviled
Yet still I think of her
with love
And know she did her level
best
Now and then push came to
shove
I pray now she is at last
at rest
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