A Mother's Heart

Trickling rain fell from sky,

was it filled with grief,

coz my heart it cried,

and the ground it shook,

with movement of my trembling feet.

            My mother is hurt, wounded, scarred,

            burned, dissipated by her own kin.

            Was the reason me or

            was it my own some forgotten sin.

I blame not my father, nor god nor time,

I blame myself for all that’s done.

Had I not had that chocolate cake,

maybe I could have changed her fate.

            I pray to god, and I promise him every night,

            I wont ever have that chocolate cake again,

            if he just would make things right.

Love is humane & human is love,

but maybe animals are all above,

in understanding how love is done.

            Another poem composed by me;

            Is it filled with grief

            I dunno hows it done,

            I dunno even how to weep.

They speak about a mother's heart her son had to steal,

and he broke it into a thousand pieces, still

her heart only asked for the son’s well being

            I can not break my mother’s heart,

            so I run with trembling feet,

            hoping god will save,
            what man has tried to kill.