Today’s the day my mother died.
Two years ago in an awful ride.
With a laugh Of love,
And a smile of pain.
Since my mother has died, my life
hasn’t been the same.
She wasn’t perfect she did,
Drugs and Drank But it not the things
They do, why did God choose
to take you? She never knew
That it would be that night, that
Moment her head would fall.
The angels sang the chorus
And she heard her call.
The took her soul away from me,
But I can no longer be greedy.
She has my love even though Can’t,
Hug. I know my mother will still
Help me but only from up above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem