Bring me home,
Back to the years all gone by,
When everything made sense.
When there was joy and happiness,
To the woman who knew best,
Made me feel hopeful not hopeless.
She has gone,
Now we lament,
All I have are tear stained garments.
For this is reality,
Now I am the adult,
The parent,
The one in control,
When all I really want to do is cry and run home.
Yet here I am,
I am the Mam,
The guiding light,
The one they love,
I am as terrified as can be,
With nobody here to lead me,
God help us all,
I plead to thee.
© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
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