Love Your Mom, That's A Command! Time. Runs. Short.

Mom; when I rushed into this world,
I was bloody, you were dry,
but you supported me when I cried,
you lifted me off the concrete as it burned my flesh and wound
you took me to the bathroom to clean it out, not too late, not too soon,
you give me talks of choleric words and love,
you give me talks of anguish and all of the above
a cry for help,
plea for mercy
soon the fighting will subside
you came to games, washed my clothes, how much longer will I go?
again
mom; when I rushed into this world,
I was bloody, you were dry,
but you supported me when I cried,
love for eternity, or at least until I die ;)