Dearest Child
I'm sorry,
Dearest child,
To put you through this hell.
Your angelic face brightens in my arms,
As you snuggle into the warmth of my body.
I can't give you what you seek,
The nourishment that I should provide,
But I can't seem to find.
Instead,
I will give you the lies told to me,
Let you feed on this betrayal,
I'm not the mother I should be.
My heart is a dead object,
One that was stolen and never returned.
Your father has no love in his heart for you,
Little child,
I have nothing to give you.
As you sleep in the shadows,
I watch you grow,
Studying your movements.
Bright-eyed child,
The source of strength and power,
For yourself,
For me.
I still have no love for you,
Darling,
No warmth left for you.
I watch you walk away,
All grown up in the world,
With no love for your mother.
I drift away into darkness,
Seeking nothing,
Wanting only my only child,
To speak of a unwanted love,
My dearest child,
I have loved.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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