ONE MOTHER OF A KIND


Growing up as a child
Watching my mother come in and out of the house
Not coming home for days at a time
Leaving me; and my; siblings behind
Nothing to do; nothing to eat; nothing but think
Where is my mom where could she be
Hoping and praying the only thing I knew to do
Mom please come home; please come through
Come running through the door
Please not a sore; please not a man
Please come in and just take my hand
I hoped; I prayed but you never came
But God answered one of my prayers
He gave me hope; he gave me a family
Which is something you could have never gave
And til this day I don't quite understand
What type of mother would leave her child for a man

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