Our mother loves us

This, I know is true

but who has helped her

I could name just a few

Gas bills, kids, a 7am to 11pm life

as many others before have done

Spending many opaque moons crying

wishing to candles, she was not the one

Leeching hordes have drained her,

worn that smile down to its sole

feasting on her Goya seasoned youth

it seems was their hand written goal

Jagged lipstick smiles embrace her

while she seeks shallow sips of joy

Consequence is not very forgiving

proved it’s not a chubby toddlers toy

My freshly bottled love I will give

that, she can have chilled and keep

We will make you damn proud mom

watch you until your deepest sleep

Your creaking legs now tremble

The weight is too much or so it seems

I’ll ask you each Monday sincerely

Don’t lose your vividly youthful dreams

The rising Brooklyn sun I can promise

for you to have in this life or next

If you somehow get lost on 4th ave.

just follow the pin in the unread text

Our mother loves us

This, I know is true

but who has helped her

I could name just a few