I’m on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama’s crying all the time Is it because of me or my younger sister, Even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, Crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, Where we used to play. They say I’ll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How’d it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can’t escape the feeling, Maybe I’m to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I’m working so there’s nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad […]
aug. 202023