all the lessons learned of love

sometimes the images that dance deep within my mind

remain the only images that i alone can find

the point is whether right or wrong she was my only mother

and all the lessons learned of love i learned it from no other

 

and yes i know it was abuse the things she said and did

but she was still my mother and i was but a kid

and so within my mind it seems that all of this creates

all of these images within i only can translate

into a language that convinces me that i am loved

i do not need your tenderness or cooing like a dove

for through demands and punishments and forced obedience

is how i feel that i am loved and simply nothing less

 

and yes my mind can understand the origin and the cause

but it’s my heart that feels the love and only will give pause

to a woman who needs to be the one who’s in control

the more she is the more i feel the love down in my soul

 

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