Been Without Your Mother Poem by darren westbrook

It come a time in life
were thing just move around
and the word that you write
it all turn to sound.
When she say she love you
but the word just fade away
like if you was reaching for her hand
as life exspaned.
Darkeness begain to rule as
people treat you wrong and cruel
you on your own and your mother is
dead and gone
tears fall from your eye life begain
flash she was my lovely mother that I
ever had.
To rember the time that yall shear in all the
years but been without your mother it bring
tears.