A forgotten mother am I
I just want to sit and cry,
My son it seems has went away
And refuses to remember Mother's Day
Wonder if he's still aware
That I even exist out there
I bet if I won the lottery
He'd be around for all to see.
But since I can't buy him things
I'm nothing more than broken strings
A puppet he can no longer control
No longer a part of the whole
Tossed aside like yesterday's trash
Because I can no longer give him cash
I'm not worth his time you see,
I guess I just remain dead to thee.
But still it hurts to know
My son doesn't care to show
Even on Mother's Day
I'll sit alone and waste away.
I just want to sit and cry,
My son it seems has went away
And refuses to remember Mother's Day
Wonder if he's still aware
That I even exist out there
I bet if I won the lottery
He'd be around for all to see.
But since I can't buy him things
I'm nothing more than broken strings
A puppet he can no longer control
No longer a part of the whole
Tossed aside like yesterday's trash
Because I can no longer give him cash
I'm not worth his time you see,
I guess I just remain dead to thee.
But still it hurts to know
My son doesn't care to show
Even on Mother's Day
I'll sit alone and waste away.
It happens so often. We let them go and hope for the best.
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