Too little, too late

Subject: Too little, too late Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:00 pm

The memory of my mom, it just won't stop

I can see her face, smiling, at the coffee shop

She sings "Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop"

The memory of my mom, it just won't stop

The memory of my mom, it shows up every day

I can see her face, laughing, like it was yesterday

She chuckles "Go ahead, Mikey, run along and play"

The memory of my mom, it shows up every day

The memory of my mom, it's always there

I can see her face, loving, teaching me a prayer

She preaches "The devil wants to take you, so always beware"

The memory of my mom, it's always there

The memory of my mom, it haunts me in my dreams

In the middle of the night I wake up to silent screams

She says "You have nothing to feel bad for" but that's just the way it seems

The memory of my mom, it haunts me in my dreams

The memory of my mom, it hurts so bad

I can see her face, sullen, she's oh, so sad

She cries "You'll always be my baby, the little boy that I had"

The memory of my mom, it hurts so bad

The memory of my mom, it's all that I've got

and every time I ran, and every time I got caught

she'd say "I already forgave you, and I've already forgot"

The memory of my mom, it's all that I've got

The memory of my mom, it pops up all the time

I can see her face, concerned, each time I fall from my climb

She sighs "Why do you have to be in jail to write me a rhyme?"

The memory of my mom, it pops up all the time

The memory of my mom, it hurts me inside

All the times that I lied and all the times that she cried

Why couldn't she have screamed "I wish you would have died!"

The memory of my mom, it hurts me inside

The memory of my mom, I'll never forget

She's not here to see my face, the change, the regret

I cry "Why'd you leave me, mom, you weren't supposed to go yet"

The memory of my mom, I'll never forget

The memory of myself, it's something that I hate

and even though today I'm living right, living straight

you know the old saying "Too little, too late"

The memory of myself, it's something that I hate

Subject: Re: Too little, too late Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:17 pm

"She's not here to see my face, the change, the regret"

Have to disagree with you,
she sees...
she knows...
no doubt!!

God Bless.

Subject: Re: Too little, too late Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:52 pm

I know, brotha, and whereas I would never want her to give up eternal happiness, I sometimes wish I could hug her now without glass bein' in between us. I appreciate you always, my friend. Word.

Subject: Re: Too little, too late Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:35 pm

Beautiful Elegy. One day we will all dance with our loved ones in heaven once again. Our pain and mourning is only temporary, joy unimaginable awaits us all. The poetry you write for your mother will continue on, though, and help to bring healing to others mourning for loved ones .

Subject: Re: Too little, too late Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:07 pm

Don't we all have regrets of things we could have done and didn't? We can't go back, we can only go forward and you are doing that. I can feel your pain in the writing and I want to put my arms around you and tell you its going to be alright. If I were your mother, I would tell you that a mother's love never goes away. We may not like what you do or how you act, but we love you anyway. Thank you for sharing your memories of your mom. I know she loved you and does even now.