Mother

Mother, dear mother
I should thank you for birth
But all the years of absence
Left me questioning my gratitude

Mother, induced mother
Why do you sleep for eighteen hours?
Are you ill or not so well?
And what's that smokey smell of dirt?

Mother, angry mother
You didn't sleep much today
You painted me with bruises  
While i laughed them speedily away

Mother, goodbye mother
Your priorities pushed me away
The addiction was too strong
A boy left to wander and stray

Mother, O lost mother
I do not hate, nor respect
But pity your circumstance
No sorry's built the broken

Mother, dear mother
Thank you for the birth
I sire one of my own
Your mistakes are now my worth