Love
An ode to Mom
Who to me was a psalm
Full of Heart, while her mind took a stroll
Paying back her debt, owed to her soul
Wandering hopelessly through the EGO’s plight
Getting lost in the confusion of wrong and right
Intelligent, Artistic, with a true love for life
As she struggled through her inner strife
Thank you, mom, for what you brought me
For if not for you I would not see
What is inside thee
Love
