| Mother By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com It's not fair I never knew you -- I don't know who you are. Your name has no real meaning; My heart is burned with scars: The scars you left behind. The truth I never knew. Could "mother" really define The person that is you? Then where are all the moments That have never been? You never soothed my tears; Taught me what to believe in. You didn't meet my first boyfriend, Or watch me go on my first dance. You didn't compliment my grades -- You never gave me a chance! You were never there for me, Yet still you call me "daughter" -- And, despite its lack of meaning, I must call you Mother. BACK |