Arguing From The Heart Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

It's been a year, and a half,
since my mom passed away,
I'm the last of the family,
to wait, for my final day.
living alone does not bother me.
Never, no help or advice,
all decisions, on me.
I do, miss someone to argue, or complain to,
we all need to vent, And celebrate, someway,
when, not feeling blue,
the ones we push, argue with,
like a regular, work of art,
those you know, love and care, about you,
knowing they would be the first, to help,
both of you with special feelings, within your heart.