Mummy’s Love. (Hidden in Anger).

 

I can feel my mummy's love I know it's in there somewhere.

As the hands rein down on me, I know somewhere inside she cares.

I can feel my mummy's love even though it's hidden in despair.

I know she has a lot of love to give but the anger is always there.

 

I can feel my mummy's love as my ears ring with a bout of insulting words.

I am sure the love is hidden in the abuse that I have just heard.

I can feel my mummy's love as again she inflicts more pain.

I can feel the warmth of her hand as she hits me once again.

 

I can feel my mummy's love when I go to bed in tears.

I know her love is there inside all her raging fears.

I can feel my mummy's love as she gives me a goodnight kiss.

Why can't mummy show me all her love, that's the only thing i wish.

 

Nataiella (1973) Childhood memory