Title: Mom

I remember when I fell from a tree,
I was about two or three,
She came to me then,
She held me tight,
Wiped the blood away,
She would smile and held me tight,
She told me I would be alright,

I remember a time,
When I was between the ages of six and nine,
She raised me with determination,
She worked for me,
She had only kindness she were never mean,
The rent was hard to pay,
But she held me tight,
She would smile as she held me tight,
She told me I would be alright,

Through the aging of time I turned sixteen,
A trouble young man; a grown up teen,
Causing trouble and scolded by the world,
No one understood what I truly was,
They just assumed I was bad,
Sometimes she didn’t want me to stay,
But she held me tight,
She would smile and hold me tight,
She told she I would be alright,

This is a time when some consider me a man,
I struggle through life doing the best I can,
I changed who I was,
Just because,
I go for a future,
But I miss all the times as a child,
When I would sit with my mom and we would play,
But she still comes,
And holds me tight,
She smiles and holds me close,
She tells me I will be alright.