Waiting At The Door...

by GBAYBEE313   Feb 19, 2005


Waiting At The Door...

When my mom was a little girl she would wait at the door,
For her father to come and his little girl he would adore,
Well she waited at the door minutes turned to hours and the poor little
6-year-old girl feel asleep on the floor.
Her Mother my Grandma was very upset,
The next day her baby would ask if her daddy had come yet.
From being 6 till she was 15 she met My father and fell love with him,
My father had 2 leave he wasn't there locked away in some jail cell.
My mother's heart was broken she didn't know what to do.
She never had a father 2 tell her of the evils boys expected of you.
My Grandfather is now dead buried 6 feet under,
My Mom's heart is now asunder.(into parts of pieces)
She didn't get along with her step-dad,
She felt mad her Mother was now glad that she now had a new love,
Some1 who wouldn't keep 1 of her babies waiting at a door till they fell asleep,
My Grandma now weeps her children all grew up made some bad decisions,
In my mind I have visions of what my family's goals that they search after,
It's not fame or riches Simply just happiness in the hereafter.
I love her a lot and I know me and her fight a lot,
But the fact is she's my mother and the only 1 I got.

(I don't actually have visions I'm not psychic it's
more of like a day dream) Please vote or comment.

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