Ode to mom
I know I wasn't the best
child in the whole wide world
I know I was a heavy, troublesome load
probably heavier, than what arold had curled
I remember those days
you were terribly ill
but you still took care
of me like nobody will
You are by far the strongest
person I will ever know
even through the harsh moments
you always have the streength to withstand any blow
I know I can't summarize all
our love in just one poem
our love could probably fill
the New Orleans Superdome
I wish I was in your position
to see how much you went through
I know it's a little to late, but
I really want to say is "I love you"!
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