As Simple As 1 2 3 Poem by Deb StevensHines

Still struggle with fancy words or jargon
likely due to leaving school so young
caught up with a strange collection of faces
Tagging along to all the wrong places
Laughter quickly turning to tears
Any hope over shadowed by darkest fears
Mistaken indetity and musunderstood
There's so much to learn about being 'good'

Drinks and lies
the devil's eyes
Deceipt and blame
always calling my name
Avoiding the crowd
that spoke too loud
Find work with a job
Dont hang with a mob
Never ignore the words of a mother
She has a gift to teach you like no other!

Had all the right words
Mum had taught me well
Yet somewhere along the way I fell
I picked myself up and faced my demons
God has a purpose and my life has a reason
Through each battle had my share of loss
And much of my past life now lost
If I had a chance to make amends
It wouldnt be with an ex-lover
Nor any old friend
I'd seek the child that once new my name
She new my home she knew my life
I was once her father's wife
I thought I'd done the best I could
Just as every mother should
But somewhere on the road we strayed
The bond we had was torn and frayed
Her anger obvious her frustration wild
No calming or reasoning could reach this child