Thanks Mr Vedder, For Getting Me Here

I don't live with her mother, I live with another.
Not a million miles away.
If different life was, she'd be here because
I want her here every day.
Each weekend she's here, but alas, I do fear,
As she grows it will be less.
We are bonded by blood, and I wish she would
Make this place her home address.

There is apathy there, in her Mum's hollow stare,
"Whatever she does is OK"
Her ambitions are strong, but to try seems so wrong,
When there is an easier way.
Education's a waste, in this life that she's faced,
One so mature, yet unripe.
Thoughts not so hers, my wrath she incurs,
For simpering defeatist tripe.

Ambition suppressed in the warmth of the nest,
Mediocrity's the future, it seems.
Encouragement's here, derailed year by year,
Oh how I wish I could realise dreams.
As my voice I raise, I slip back to young days,
No one seemed to help me through.
"Know that each day I think you're more than OK.
You're great. I am so proud of you."