Mama, Mama, Mama...
Mama
She...
Loved me as soon as she saw me,
Loves me even when I’m a bother.
She...
Loved me when I was well,
Loves me though I’m a monster.
She...
Loved me when I was small,
Loves me as each day I grow taller.
She...
Loved me as I shined and flourished
Loves me as I try and falter.
She...
Loved me as I fell like a burning star,
Loves me and my tainted heart.
She...
Loved me like no one ever would,
Loves me more than anyone ever could….
She…
Loved me in the midst of life’s endless drama,
Loves me cause she is my Mama.
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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