Mother mother hear my plea
I scream it out to you
Don’t knock me down and walk around
And then abandon me
Mother of a poet, writer and or kid
You looked at me with hateful eyes
And turned your back again
Hate me love me feed me hope
But never feed me lies
I am your only oldest daughter
One who dreams of skies
Filled with life and hearts and clouds
Nothing could better me
As you scream out I love you too
I know where I should be.