Why?
Why’d you leave me stranded
When you didn’t have to
leave?
Why’d you choose to go away?
Did it have to do with me?
I was told you had postpartum
But didn’t know what that
meant.
Why didn’t you take pictures
of the places that you went?
Why did I call others,
“mother”
When you’re the one who gave
me birth?
Why do I still think about you
Even
though sometimes it hurts?
Why aren’t we together
As a mother and her son?
Dad told me that God decided
There
could only be one.
Why won’t you see me
graduate,
Get a license and a car?
Why’d you have to leave me
behind
Without me knowing who you
are?
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