With a letter in my pocket to send
To my mother, ink running down the page
In lines, across her face, showing age.
Laughter lines on her eyes
Show no surprise at anything I say anymore.
She knows me better than I know the lyrics to my favourite song
And I can do no wrong in the
Apple of her eye
Though I've tried
To shock
To mock
To take all I can and give nothing back.
A letter, a hand reaching out, to touch a heart
So far apart.
In my place, I can understand you. Oh cheer my friend, Samantha.
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