see me mom you bunch of roses
your thorns stab me so deep
i feel the pain i still keep
and yes i am still your son
i wish you would hold me oh so tight
then i would not be full of pain and fright
but mother i feel the pain you bring
i look at your picture everyday
i lost part of my soul
the day you decideded to let us go
i wish i were a dove high above
mother i do love, remember i am your son
unlike you i will not run
you always said family's the most important thing
then you crushed my soul
with a silver spoon
then you jumped over the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, so very sad...... this one must surely be written from the heart. Love, Fran xx