DEAR MAMA

Dear Mama,

I was 15 the last time I seen you

Numbers flipped, now I'm 51

A street drug called desire, maybe shame of. Some other drag pull cigar caused fire

Made you leave,  too hot to handle

Family reluctantly stepped in, taking on your fumble

It's hard for me to believe they desired to help with  your stumble

The treatment received seemingly faulting a child, truly in the lane of sad

I  guess a conversation needs to be had

Yet don't worry, i mean after to all theses years i ain't mad 

Just wondering

Dear Mama......What's Up how have you been, it's me your baby girl you are my first friend....and I miss ya

Dear Mama, 

I ain't mad at cha, Dear Mama, I ain't mad at cha