Sunday, May 14, 2006
M is for the moan, and the miserable groan ...
from the pain that she felt when I was born
O is for the oven with it's burnin' heat
where she stood makin' sure I had something to eat
T is for the time that she stayed up at night
and took my temperature when I wasn't feelin' right
H is for the hard earned money she spent
to keep clothes on my back and try to pay da' rent
E is every wrinkle I put on her face
and every worry that I caused when I stayed out late
The last letter R is that she taught me Respect
and for the room up in heaven that I know she'll get
Some Mother's Day poetry, compliments of the Malcontent's favorite self-help guru-to-be, Mr. T. Like I was going to resist this one.
Watch the video here.