You And Your Mother

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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8/ 5 / 12
You and your Mother

She looks like Etta James
She's always making false claims
 She's down at the railroad station
Talkin Hellfire and damnation
Where did all the hope go, when the calender flipped to July?
Where did your mother go, when she  needed a good cry?
Why in the world would you ask
Her to take on such a difficult  task?
Why would you slam the door on her at dawn?
You always  made her your little pawn
She's just someone who knows too much
About laundry, the garbage,  and such
Hold her hand  just once and see
What she could possibly  be
She's just  a girl with a broken down mind
And surely a  fortune you'll  find
It will sustain you until Friday afternoon
When you once again can't find your spoon.
See's still sensitive to the touch
But she's barely able to clutch
It's  just the way It's gonna be
You'll never let yourself see
How much you could mean to each other
After all she's just your Mother


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