Mother I Love you…
Mom I love you. I want you to know I do.
I love you oh so dearly that I’ll talk about it too.
Mom I really care about you and I hope one day you’ll see
That I want to share my secrets and talk to you when I’m in need.
Mother you often wonder why I never care
To talk or even leave my room when everyone is there,
Or smile a lot at dinner like you expect me at most to do
You wonder why I never spend enough time with you.
Well mother, when I was younger I called you so we could play
But you had school and work to do and stayed in your room all day.
So mother I learned to find new ways to entertain myself.
I bothered my little sister and colored on my shelves.
As time went on and friends and family had gone a bliss
There was always often always no one I would miss
Why is this, you may ask in your mind someday
Maybe it’s because I learned to deal that way.
Childhood was better than most I could show
But your words had often hurt me, but I was sensitive you know.
You would say my stories were terrible and didn’t make any sense.
Now I have a love for writing and that’s where the time was spent.
I think about it now that I know where my biggest fear had came
It had to be when I was very small and when I always cried (which was lame)
All those yells and strong words used to teach me discipline
Now haunts me to this day to why I always listen.
It’s almost humorous that when I was young you would tell me to keep a steady pace
You used to get annoyed when I would run and yell in glee all over the place.
But now you’re in confusion why I do the opposite now.
I find it really funny how you can’t relate somehow.
I’ve seen shows when mothers would talk and listen to their kids
I’ve seen movies were mothers were open with calming lids.
I’ve wondered if my mother would just stop and listen when I talked
Or if she would just be worried and order me to stop.
But I want to say to you mother, I love you more than life
And it pains me to see you cry when I leave and laugh in site.
Mom, if you only knew that I wanted to spend time with you
Then maybe you would see how much you mean to me.
Clothes, shoes, and shopping for jewelry and things
Aren’t what I’m into or what beauty it may bring.
We don’t have much in common, except that I take after you.
I’m like your polar opposite, the broken record of your muse.
We don’t like the same movies, clothes, or materialist things,
Furniture, books, or the finer things life brings.
I’m more about the fantasy and things were I can dream.
While you’re more reality and an industrial working queen.
I know I bother you when I don’t know what kind of clothes to pick
Or even make you livid when I don’t know how to put plates to dish.
When I joke with my sick humor your smile isn’t often shown.
Instead you think I’m serious and I think you can’t take a joke.
In this sense we’re similar
We have always learned to disagree.
But still mom, I admire you
And thankful for what you bring.
Don’t get me wrong; You are a perfect mother!
And frankly I would never ever want any another!
It’s just inside I wish that I could forget my past.
Inside all I really want is to make our time last.
However, I know that isn’t possible with your busy schedule and stuff.
I know that like a hidden treasure I’ll be a diamond in the rough.
You find my anti-social, gothic, or even rude,
At times your find me ungrateful, stubborn, or un-amused.
But candidly can’t you say that you can be like that too?
Is it because you’re my mother that I can’t be you in front of you?
We are all not whole but none of us are broken.
We have our ups and downs like these words here that are spoken.
Did you know I have a lot of fun talking to people I barely even knew?
Did you know that my biggest fear is being rejected and disowned too?
Did you know I have a crush and he treats me like a queen?
Did you know I love the things that you’re always so kind to give me?
You gave me your eyes for which I see
Yet I hardly see like you do.
I often wish I had more freedom
And I often wish you did too.
You work more than usual.
You on the phone more at home.
You love time to relax on your bed
And listen to the TV instead.
Though, I don’t blame you.
I can be like that too
Give me a computer and I’m happy.
That’s really all I’d ask of you.
I just feel that I need to get this off my chest.
Please do not think I’m trying to insult you in a protest.
I want you to only see that you mean so much to me,
So much that I writing all these good and bad memories.
I love you so much I’m writing you this poem
So that you and I could work at things and talk like we know ‘em
Because I write this I’m crying now in wonder to what you’ll think
I wonder if you’re crying now… Oh that’s not something I want to think.
Mom I want to hug you and kiss you when you’re home
I want to show you every day that my love for you could show.
There’s just so many things between us; but don’t fret you’re a swell mother!
I love you mom and even yet, my life wouldn’t be the same without your cover!
Mother’s, I’ve been told, are your best friend.
They’ll love you and protect you until the very end.
Mother, I believe that this to the fullest you’ll do.
But did you ever stop to wonder, what other things best friends do?