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There will be sorry and pain "When A Mother Dies";

Tears of pain falling from your swollen eyes;

While a black and gray mocking bird singing sadly in a tree;

People standing around a close casket sadly as can be;

While she was living- There's no place like home;

Some people turn their backs on you- because momma is gone;

In your head you still hear your mother voice;

Now it's up to you, to make the right choice;

When things seem wrong and time gets hard;

Do like your mother did and pray to God;

I remember me and my mother use to laugh and play;

The sad days came when we talk about she going away;

She said "son keep going forward and don't look back;

Just call on God so He can take the slack";

She wasn't just my mother- she was my best friend;

Through thick-n-thin- from better to worst- she stuck until the end;

She died while I was in prison- so can you feel my pain?;

To write this poem, I have nothing to gain;

So I got a question to ask to you gangsters, gangbangers, and you ghetto thugs;

Will you live long enough to give your mother her last hugs;

Or would you be like me- always looking to the skies;

Because I truely knows how it feel "When A Mother Dies"

By: The Messenger