Too Late To Say
I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away
She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more
Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home
Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me
Though I wished my mom away
How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away
Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can
With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me
She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live
For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant
Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop
She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late
My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more
That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history
I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way
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