Literary Piece #2

Forgive me, mother

This is the last bar

I'm walking past the door

And nothing's like before

Left a few things behind

Once or twice you'll find

Them will remind

Memories we designed

You'll cry some night

While I wake up in fright

Trying so hard to be alright

With some distance I contrite

It's been a long time coming

Made not enough mem'ries to bring

In the next moments, we belong

I hope they are to last long

Call you another time

To tell you I'm coming home

'Til then I'd be writing some poem

About my Mom.