Mother Poem by Neil Adams

I miss the times when we were a family
I can hear my mother sing so peacefully
I miss our garden and the smiles of love
I miss the adventures and the singing doves

Time flies by so fast and life as well
sitting now,18 years old in living hell
I miss you mother and your words of wisdom
I miss the prayers and the love of religion

I know you love me, I hope its true
I just wish I could spend more time with you
But you've got your life, and I've got mine
I've tried to contact you, but you take no sign

If only you knew what I think of you
You might consider it and think it through
Im sorry for the hate. the abuse and lies
I could see the sorrow build up in your eyes

I know i hurt you, and pushed you away
But I regret it even more, to this day
Im just so glad, that I'm still your son
And the fact of truth, that i can call you mum