Literature
Mommy...?
Mommy…?
You held me in your arms
From that very first day.
The first day that I cried,
The first day I opened my eyes.
I could feel it, the warm embrace,
Of a mother, so protective and safe.
I could hear it, the soothing beat
Of a mother’s heart, serene and
Full of love.
A few years passed, I grew.
And during those years, I was
Happy.
Though after, you met “him”.
The man behind it all. The
Man who has been there for
Many years. Lying dormant.
“Mommy?” I ask, “Why aren’t you
With Daddy?” You respond:
“That’s just how it is.”
It was a lie, but at that age, where
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