I want to put a bit of a warning on here for this chapter, there were times in my mother's life that she got depressed and this poem really proves it. So I want to warn you, reader, that if you are uncomfortable with depressing stuff then skip to the next chapter. If not, then enjoy!
The loneliness of the night can sing a sad song,
Your heart is heavy and nothing seems to break the bond.
Soon your tears fall like raindrops in the sky,
You want to wipe them away and say goodbye.
It seems inside I'm holding to much pain,
There's nothing to live for, nothing to gain.
Nothing seems to matter now because everything is wrong,
And now the night begins to sing a sadder song...
YOU ARE READING
My Mother's Words
PoesíaWhen my mother was younger, she wrote all the time. Poems, stories, you name it, she loved it. She had two notebooks filled entirely of those, she gave them to me and now I'm going to give them with you!
