It was just a glass, just a bottle of joy.
NO way mommy knew it would hurt her babies.
It was just a glass, just a bottle of joy.
NO way mommy knew it made her sad and angry.
It was just a glass that took my mother away.
It was just a glass that kept me up at night.
It was just a glass that made her maternal connections fray.
It was just a glass that sent me and my siblings into fright.
It was just a glass.
Just a glass.
A glass.
Just one.
I want my mommy back,
even at 18 and a budding man.
I want my mommy back,
to hug me when I'm sad and smile when I succeed.
I want my mommy back, without the glass.
I want my happy back.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
It was just a glass, just a bottle of joy.
NO way mommy knew it would hurt her babies.
It was just a glass, just a bottle of joy.
NO way mommy knew it made her sad and angry.
It was just a glass that took my mother away.
It was just a glass that kept me up at night.
It was just a glass that made her maternal connections fray.
It was just a glass that sent me and my siblings into fright.
It was just a glass.
Just a glass.
A glass.
Just one.
I want my mommy back,
even at 18 and a budding man.
I want my mommy back,
to hug me when I'm sad and smile when I succeed.
I want my mommy back, without the glass.
I want my happy back.