Momma, it’s only a bruise, they fade over time.

I don’t need you to dust me down now, I know my own mind.

You need to feel the pain to access the sublime

and after this to the failure heap I refuse to be consigned.

 

Momma, you know tomorrow comes once a day.

I’m sure I’ll stand here again tomorrow shoulder-up with adversity.

You taught me to be strong and wise in the best way;

to face the world with courage and no animosity.

 

Momma, I learned so much more from you than you know,

it’s from you that I learned how to hope.

It’s down to your love within which I’m protected everywhere I go,

Even after the darkest night you started over, with a role model like you - how can I fail to cope?

 

 


 

 

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