1970 you pushed me out into the world
Second blessing
But was you ready to be
A mother of two
Something else kept
Calling you
A stronger hold
Being a mother not enough
Living two different lives
Why did you not find
Being a mother fulfilling
Wake up and you would be gone
You would just stroll
Back in
Had not seen you for weeks
Time to clock in
Mother role begins
Didn’t stop me loving you
Craving a fantasy mother
Lived it out in my head
We was close in our own way
When you stayed
Years past
You brought a bad vibe
Into our lives
Things happen
It was time to step up and be a mother
Who was I kidding
Let down again
There was always something
STRONGER
That stopped you being a mother
It is what it is
Time to protect myself from the pain
Time to let go
Live my own life
As I got older
I stopped blaming you
You was just you
Blessed with my own
Look at things different
Still longing in my heart
For something you couldn’t give
Drifted a part
We was like a strangers
No connection
Even at your end
I could never tell you
The damage you inflicted
In my heart
The ache for what could have been
Should have been
At your funeral
I wrote down my feelings
Buried them with you
Now my words
Will always be with you
shed tears because our
Time ran out
By B Gibson
