"Mom"

I once was a small child forgotten in a room
there was never nowhere to go, Mom had left us on our own
Life was hard but I had no one to tell.
I took care of my brothers, to drugs mom had fell.
The drugs had control of her, I was lost and alone.
The P.O. took her away, nine years later she owns a home.
I thought her rules sucked, so I started to rebel.
I was taught to be good, I thought, “Go to hell!”
I took off to do my own thing, never cared what she’d say.
Now I know who was right, because prison is the price I pay.
My brothers will one day learn, they’re out doing the same.
I try to tell them but  they think I’m pretty  lame.
Soon I’ll be home, little do they know.
Once I get there my anger will show.
A peak at my life, my Family I love dearly.
I’m coming home to stay, a life to start I’m ready!!
I’ve seen my mom change, she has a whole new high.
I’m looking for one myself, She makes everything alright.
By my side she stands, a debt never to repay.
Unless my love is accepted, then too much she’ll say.
I love and respect her so much, I don’t know how to show it.
I’ll send her this little poem and maybe she’ll see it.
I’m 16 years old and in prison.
Next time she has something to say, I’ll listen!!


Jacob s