I miss my kids and my baby and it tears me up inside
What have I done?
What have I left undone?
Why is there not enough love to go all the way around?
Haven’t I done my penance?
I am still picking out the shards of glass from my knees.
I gave my daughter money.
I minded my granddaughter for three years.
I take my medicine every day.
Why don’t they love me?
Why am I relegated to second best – I’m hoping for second –
and how is it I could spend my whole life feeling this way?
If I have little worth to them, how can I have worth for myself?
Perhaps I would be off better dead.
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