I went to bed...
but I kept on thinking and thinking
and I just went up againg
and I'm still pondering about my son,
and about the other boy
and I always promised myself
never to hate anyone...
But those feelings I got inside me lately...
Those are not love!
It does'nt feel good, a angry taste in my mouth
The pictures I picture in my head
aint pretty ones...
I did'nt know I had so much rage inside me
Is it this
they call
mother love?