Mothers
Mothers, we cry for them, even in our last moments.
Whether they were very malicious or quite generous
We cry for them when we get hurt
Even if they were the ones that caused it
We love them for all they've done
From bandaging our scraped knees
Or to just giving birth to us
It's quite strange, is it not?
How we could love someone who treats us like dirt.
And when they're gone, we miss them
All the beatings, or all the love
And when we're breathing our last breaths
We cry helplessly for our mothers
Like a lost child.
Whether they were very malicious or quite generous
We cry for them when we get hurt
Even if they were the ones that caused it
We love them for all they've done
From bandaging our scraped knees
Or to just giving birth to us
It's quite strange, is it not?
How we could love someone who treats us like dirt.
And when they're gone, we miss them
All the beatings, or all the love
And when we're breathing our last breaths
We cry helplessly for our mothers
Like a lost child.