All I Really Need
All I Really Need
Laying down in a crib,
Crying.
Mommy feeds me,
Mommy puts me to sleep.
All I really need is my Mommy.
Laying down in the top bunk,
Chicken Pox.
Mommy takes care of me,
Mommy is there for me.
All I really need is my Mommy.
Laying down in my queen size,
Heartbroken.
Momma consoles me,
Momma uplifts me.
All I really need is my Momma.
Laying down in a dorm room,
I hear the news.
Momma had cancer,
Momma is lifeless.
All I really need is my Momma.
Continuing my life in law,
Momma gave me the tools to be strong.
Momma is still watching down,
I must make her proud.
All I really need is my Momma.
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