How do I feel about my Mum?
Now here's a question I've buried deep down.

Well, she was kind and caring,
Timid like a mouse.

But I missed out on a lot,
I didn't see her much for years.
I loved her, and she loved me,
But somehow we went wrong.

I still can't write this poem,
The words I just I can't find.
I guess I'll end it here then,
Still waiting for the lines.

Moya Levy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0052-mum/