The Mama In You

when i go berserk
always the mama in you is there
to save
my shattered pieces

when time get rough
there is the mama in you that calms down
those that are violent

when i go crazy over matters
there is the mama in you that becomes
my sanity pills

i am sleepy, where is papa anyway?

p.s.

baduy ba?
ha ha ha

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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