Mother
The mother is the one whose to suppose love her child above all else
Never become a hindrance
because of her loneliness
because of her unrest
A sad state of a fare it is to see your mother go crazy
Lose her marbles on at a time
And then she gets violent
Not in the physical sense
But verbally, like a viper she becomes
With moods ever changing
Sleep deprivation ever rearranging
We have names for this
All mean the same
Shes of the golden age 50
She tries to hide it
She tries to fight it
She tries to deny it
But it is menopause
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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