Convulsions burn behind these eyes,
What happens when a mother dies.
A sense of cold that cant be shook,
The closing of your favorite book.
Cloudy skies and lots of rain,
Soggy tissues. A constant pain.
The hollow void, abundant love
Woven together, down here above.
Empty bottles, heart felt tears,
A broken anchor in a sea of fears.
No more safety, no more hand,
To guide me back to Neverland.
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs,
I pray thats what tomorrow calls.
Fried potatoes, memaws chicken.
Always kept my chops a lickin.
Not just me but all my friends.
Your length of children had no ends.
To you we came both big and small.
You had the words to solve it all.
Candlelight, a little weed,
A glass of wine for all in need.
A bible handy, a prayer on hand,
Take me back to the mother land.
Im a mess its plain to see.
But your the one who made me me.
And now i dont know what to do,
My bestest memories are with you.
I have to get this off my chest.
So I can live my very best.
To make you proud of who you made!
I sing to you...this serenade.
L.K. Sorrows 5/10/2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem