Tulips, Tulips

I thought I had a mother,

turned out it was an other,

not interested in any utters,

just wanted and took her druthers.

Wet with tears like rain,

never felt much disdain,

tried so hard to even rein,

bit in hand, saddle to the brain.

Either way I'd often blame,

my mind unravels with much; so much care.

I had to go and find my Lair.

Enter not the realms of truth,

Mothers, Fathers, do not rule,

raised alone, by the phone,

called for help, became a drone.

Sing a little song I know,

not very long, kind of slow,

Tulips, Tulips, even tone,

now it's all gone and I'm alone.

K.A.P.