Mother,"I'm disappointed in you",you once said
Not long after Father had died in his bed
.
If only then you had known
What it was you had blown
.
You made it quite clear throughout our life
Children were only a cause of your strife
.
I know I was no angle and used to rebel
But the lack of affection put me though hell
.
Some of your grandchildren don't want to know
Because love and emotion you can't show
.
I would rather pretend that you don't exist
Than go though turmoil and try to persist
.
It's to late for me it's gone too far
I've moved on, don't know who you are
