The Motherless
Sometimes I sit on the edge of the world.
And I wait for you.
I long for you.
You used to wipe away my tears
and you would destroy all my fears
your hand would hold mine
I miss you
Do you miss me?
They say I look like you
and I hope i do.
But standing in the mirror I’m not as beautiful.
They all pity me with a sappy ‘oh you Poor-thing’
you made daddy cry
and sometimes I cry.
You left us…
I’m angry with you.
I lost your pearl necklace,
the one you wore everyday.
And I can’t play the piano like you.
And sometimes I curse--under my breath--you never did
And my words aren’t always so kind.
Still daddy says I’m becoming like you.
It’s lonely on the edge of the world,
while I watch the black universe,
wondering what’s behind it.
Do you know that I ache to be as beautiful as you?
Do you know I miss your hand holding mine?
And you’re pearls, and your playing, and your voice
and your smile?
Do you know that I’m now a poor-thing?
Do you know that, I miss you mom?
