Love Life Death: A Book Of Poems

4th

On the 4th of July 

I saw my mother die 

And back then I didn't know how to cry

But I never realized how much pain was inside 

Till the next 4th of July

And I keep telling myself it was a lie 

But we all know that happened on the 4th of July

And now years go by

While I sit there and cry

Because on the 4th of July 

My mother died