Here I kneel I know I shouldn't I'm very very sorry Please pardon me Accept my apologies I am very much afraid I must beg your forgiveness for this abominable guilt that I feel You smacked my hand When I was a kid Though I didn't know What it was I did But it must have been bad Because I recalled As just a little lad You put me out in the cold I saw you scream And spit at me once And your loving fists tried To push food in my face And your mouth wished I'd died at birth. I understand I think I see Now I am getting older And your grave looks colder But I won't forget I can't forget You explained to me Time and time again I am Such a bad bad boy And I have learned So very very well And one awesome bloody day I will ascend those steps to hell And you will be so proud of me.
Reason for writing:
In a supermarket I saw a kid being walloped by a woman and he was saying ' I love you mummy, don't, I love you ..'
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by andy smith (akas).