singlemother

Sitting in wait in a silent room,

glaring at a bright screen alone,

Wondering will you return my
message?

I've always longed for what you
hide,

even the things that have haunted
you inside,

we're family after all; I could
forgive your secrets.

Rummaging for a name never heard
before,

maybe what you know will make us
sore,

break our hearts in two or more,

so maybe it's a good idea you leave
it vacant,

delete it all and don't call,

do what you have done best,

and just let me fall,

I’ve come to learn how to pick up
the pieces.

However, there’s someone who’s
always been conjointly alike,

Never been a doubt I couldn’t
count on her time,

I fear the day she sheds her skin,

For that day we lose a mixture of
strength and compassion,

For that woman is mother and
father,

For she the hybrid we see all too
often,

that can't be replaced by your
presence belatedly,

for after she’s gone,

even if I had what was left of your
absence,

she you could never replace,

because she knew from the start,

what had significance right away.

(This is to my mother... who's ALWAYS been there.)

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