memories are tears

03 Mar 2008

I've a strange tugging on my heart
it's more than a tug, it's an anvil anchor
sunk to the sea on a rusting chain

I cry a few tears as I come apart
I'm not sure if or what to thank her for
as for too long she's caused too much pain

all my life I know I'll carry this regret
and shame for not knowing who she was
or all the different ways she tried to love

there's so much I manage to forget
and when I'm asked why I say because
all the memories I have aren't good enough

years keep passing and she's still the same
it's exhausting love and hate
I stop my tears and whisper; mother was her name