Sep 2017
I used to pray
" let mother be alive"
father told us
She was dead
sisters whispers
that's not true
He took us away
So now I knew
Years of searching
to find her and care
many empty faces
it's awful out there
The streets of LA
a bitter cold place
survival changes
God's good Grace
My prayer
has been answered
she was alive
dying each passing day
God gave her to me
then he took her away
No more
do I
pray
" let mother be alive"
father told us
She was dead
sisters whispers
that's not true
He took us away
So now I knew
Years of searching
to find her and care
many empty faces
it's awful out there
The streets of LA
a bitter cold place
survival changes
God's good Grace
My prayer
has been answered
she was alive
dying each passing day
God gave her to me
then he took her away
No more
do I
pray
My Mother was a bag lady on the streets of Los Angeles. I could not find her until I was 18 years old grandmother was sick and hired an investigator
But lived out of state I searched for weeks in down town Lost Angeles soup kitchens ally's looking for my mother when I found her she had throat cancer and didn't even live for three months I wrote a lot during that time
But lived out of state I searched for weeks in down town Lost Angeles soup kitchens ally's looking for my mother when I found her she had throat cancer and didn't even live for three months I wrote a lot during that time
