Is it difficult to see a mother’s love
What balance does her actions have to her words
Could I add weight to an opening hug
Or workout the tension of a stricken nerve
Is it difficult to see a mother’s love
When her heart is a rose but her ways are weeds that choke your soul
Is it difficult to see a mother’s love
When her qualities bury you into a wretched hole
If I couldn’t see my mother’s love
Would I listen for trust and satisfaction
Or would I make excuses for her infamous bliss
And use life’s struggles as a distraction
If I couldn’t see my mother’s love
Would I even have a reaction
Or would I long in a blank stare for a mother’s kiss
And once obtained live in an ever after