Title: Old love

I once contemplated suicide,
But all I could picture is my mother’s eyes,
No matter how hard I tried,
I put the knife back down on the desk,
And turned away,
So many things in my life,
What would be the point to end it all?
How much heart ache would be made?
For the selfish acts I would produce,
I cannot hide behind lies,
Cannot blame another but my own selfishness,
How did you make it through this life mom?
How many crisis, incidents and moments of anguish,
Yet you stuck it through,
Now that I tried to leave it all behind,
All I could picture was you.
Deep in my heart I didn’t want to die,
I did not want to give it a chance or try,
I lost sight of it all,
But momma you brought me back,
And now forty years later,
I thank you over you grave,
And give you the final goodbye.