Tell me mother, why did you let the wind sweep you off your feet, but leave me in the mud?
Just so you know...
You don't wake me up for the day, but you have awakened me for life.
You claim to have been the first to see my bloody, innocent, infant face, but when was the first I truly saw yours?
Indeed, you can make all flowers bloom but left the ones in our hearts to cripple, shrivel, and die.
Though you are beautiful, oh you’re so beautiful yet I can't stare long for I begin to cry.
Your talent: controlling my life, without knowing how to control your own.
Can you remember: When everyone on our precious family tree had forsaken you, except me who waited by your side, pulling at your pant leg to get you attention...and you decided to follow the generation before you, and yes you left me too.
Don't get me wrong...
I love her, with all my heart, yet I hate, with a passion, what she has done.
Independent, she tells me, but she also says there is no other life she will live without me.
While falling through a hole, so narrow, I nearly fall in myself...
One last wish, I ask of you, us one more...
Please, let my laugh by night, instead of insisting to weep every day. Please, let me hear chirps and pretty songs of the birds, instead of insisting to hear my own empty thump of a heart beat. Please.
That's my final beginning desire.
