Rocking cradle gently
Big boy standing tall
Sissified by mother
Living still at home
Choices made.
Decisions too
He couldnt make his own
Caressing Big boy gently
Mother knew it all
Girlfriends never came
Noone ever called
Mother rocked his cradled world
Mother never lied
Big Boys life came and went
He never said good bye
Mother didn't leave him
It wasn't suicide
She rocked his cradle gently
Smothering his life
Sunday, 12 October, 2008
12:13:39 PM
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