MOTHERLESS CHILD
BY: FRANCESCA DOMONIQUE GRIFFIN

Motherless child, Official documentation has been filed
Barely getting by, family issues continue to be piled
It’s so hard to adjust to this lifestyle!
I wanted her to be there when I walked down the aisle
I’d do anything just to get her back for a little while
I would swim across the ocean, or run a million miles
When you loose your mother, you’ll see it’s worthwhile
Struggling in the day and struggling at night
But at least she left me with the qualities of living my life
Loosing her, cuts deeper than the capability of a knife
I never thought motherless would consume my vocabulary
It’s less ironic and quite contrary
I really wonder if she’s looking down on me...
Would she be happy? Or ashamed of what she sees?
Would she be mad at my choices, or would she agree?
The only thing that I’ve had is faith, and to believe
It’s so hard to open my heart, when she’s took the keys
I wanted her to see me achieve, everything that I wanted to be
Motherless -child- I –am…
So now I’ve got these images stuck in my head, of the circulating disease that killed my mother dead
It’s insane, how something unexplained, can spread
Holding her hand, as she lye in that bed
Remembering her last words that were said
Wanting to help her survive, but I couldn’t instead
Motherless child, it hurts just to say it
I need her here to show me the way
People said the pain would evaporate
But I still feel it every mother’s day