My Mother’s Voice

She was soft and sweet and faint

I barely knew her yet

She was the one who would give me life

And will watch over me until my death

The embrace of her tone

No matter what the cause

Is always justice

She is, she is, she was…

Time should pass and time will go

My person would shape surely she would know

I am the being, off her branch you see

I am her living the way she wants me to be

I made her cry and hate me at times

But she never knew hate

No matter what my fall, my slip, my crimes

Because she loves me and her voice it shows

I led her down my spiral

I thought I could trick her into knowing my strengths

My weaknesses prevail always

She knows I am not a saint

She understands through thick and thin

She has been with me in bad and while I win

My goals are her dreams her passions delight

I want her to love me for all the right

But I am wrong in so many ways

But my mother’s voice tells me the days

She is a leader my heart is hers

When all is through, her love the most endures

Patrick Hite

I8/23/2009 1:00 PM

Mom I love you.  That is what I can tell.  From the highest mountain, from the deepest of my hell.  I am yours, your baby I always will be.  For you alone are the one who created me!