love of a mother

Mama,
I love you. Things that have transgressed has cost some of that love.
I missed you, when you sought love from strangers
Rather than your own children.
My brother grew up without a mother or a father
He was my little son, that I tried to encourage
Into being a better man than the men you allowed
In between your legs.
Mama,
I know these words would hurt you
If you were to hear them
But it's the truth.
You say you can't regret your misdeeds,
That admission hurts me more than the misery
You put me through.