Mother

Why do you always tell me to leave?

I guess I'm kind of hard for you to believe.

To believe that what I'm talking to you about really matters,

and when you just ignore me, my fellings seem to scatter.

It almost feels like you don't care,

even though you've always been there.

You've given me life, but you've also given me pain,

and though it's all too simple, I know, from this I have nothing to gain.

I can't leave here or say goodbye,

so all I can do for now is try.

Try to get you to notice and understand,

that you should know you were the first to hold my hand.

What I'll do now is sit back and wait,

and hope that my forgiveness isn't too late.

I know you love me like you do the rest,

but it's  always that you seem to love them  the best.

I guess I'll keep remembering all the things you've done for me,

and hope that you'll continue to care, we'll just have to wait and see.

I love you dearly, just as my sister and brothers,

but the love goes deeper just for the fact that you're my mother.