When I would fall and scrape my knee,
she wasn’t there to kiss it better.
No loving embrace and no home-cooked meals,
no shelter through bad weather.

Oatmeal was the dis of choice,
no cinnamon or sugar or butter.
“You’re not getting anything else, so you better eat!”
are the words that she would utter.

Fast forward to my grownup years,
and I wish I could erase that time,
As I always knew I had a mother…
… but I NEVER had a mom!

No endearing terms, no loving hugs
for her one and only son,
I remember being put out in the freezing cold,
‘Til she felt my time was done.

She loved my sisters more than me,
if she even loved me at all.
As she’s always gone the extra mile for them,
but if I’d trip she’d just help me fall.

Some hold dear the mem’ries of their mommy,
others treasure their loving Ma;
While I always knew I had a mother
… but I NEVER had a mom!

I take no walks down mem’ry lane,
I remember what I’d like to forget,
the beatings, the bruises, the countless blows…
The marks on my young son’s neck.

Rewind the tape and press record,
and make precious times anew;
But alas the tab’s been broken, the scenes carved in stone,
This tragedy I share now with you.

I’ve had relatives who loved me, 
and I’ve smiled a time or two,
I’ve gone through life knowing I have a mother
… but I NEVER had a mom, like you.

I lied in a hospital bed bleeding to death
and many a visitor came,
but never that one special visitor,
I dare not speak her name

I bear the bruises still today,
but the invisible ones hurt the most.
They’re a parasite feeding on what I am needing,
and I’m the helpless host.

Something is killing me ever so slowly,
I’m living on borrowed time.
My heart breaks at the thought of having a mother
… but I NEVER had a mom.