Prose - I Made My Mother Cry
As his mother’s life ended
He could only push her away
The rush to change
Overwhelmed her this day
Freedom became his family
He didn’t want her around
With separation upon her
Her tears made no sound
He didn’t know
And he wouldn’t listen
But now he realizes
He sentenced her to prison
The end of childhood
And of a family
He would not think of it
His callousness the crushing reality
As she sat on the bed
Of his new home
He asked her to leave
And she felt so alone
She gave her life
He could not spare a minute
It was his life now
He didn’t want her in it
Instead of love
He substituted pain
Instead of understanding
He left a stain
On her heart
And on his own character
He ignored her lessons
All he could do was reject her
He now sees the coming storm
Of his own heart's demise
Will his children remind
Of his mother’s cries?
A young man’s heart
Can be so cold
And in his time of warming
Never has he felt so old
In his lifetime
His every helping hand
Is no measure
Compared to the falling sand
That told of time ending
Long ago
For her
Because it was he who said so