“MOMMA”
Sometimes my words
Go in one ear and out the other.
But that’s ok
Cause by heart and soul we are tethered.
It’s my job to be mad
When F’S litter your report card,
I know you can do better.
But that’s ok
Cause by heart and soul we are tethered.
It breaks me
When we argue,
Cause I love you.
But that’s ok
Cause by heart and soul we are tethered.
When you get passed the dark
And find your light,
I couldn’t be prouder.
Because by heart and soul we are tethered.
This poem is about:
My family