Oh I love you dear son

There's not one I cherish more

To give it all up for you

Well I wouldn't call it a chore

You're not always happy

You're not always sugar sweet

But you are my beloved

And the treasure of my life

The greatest accomplishment

The biggest chapter

The best adventure

Of my life

Looking into those baby innocent eyes

And that chubby cheeked face

I see him in you

And it almost makes me cry

Almost

But you are more beautiful

Your smiles more true

You are a part of me

And the only piece of him that was given me to keep

It's a shame he left

But your baby blue eyes

And your heart adorned in gold

Could never bring tears unless of happiness

For you were not the mistake

No my dear son

You are perfection

A wonderful work of awe

Sitting with a babe on my breast;

An ache in my heart...

Yearning for the man I thought you were,

For the father I thought you would be,

The husband whom should have been devoted to me...

I wait and I wait;

Another day, and yet again you're late.

Are you with her again?

That mistress of the dark.

The one who shares in your secrets;

The one you embrace and hold through night.

Do you think I am simple?

Do you think I don't know,

That I'm not the one you love anymore?

Your mouth spouts lies,

'I love you'

'There is no one else'.

But your ice-cold touch,

Your hesitant kiss,

The distance in your gaze,

And your emotionless tone;

Confirm that which I already know.

You do not wish to be mine anymore.

No, for I have grown and the troubles of motherhood have aged me doubly so.

Naïve little girl,

How foolish I am.

For sooner should I have realized,

A self-indulgent man will never change

And he will always seek

His own fleeting pleasures of the day.

It is not my fault he is selfish,

It is just his nature and his way.

But I should have never let it come to this day.

I should have said goodbye,

Should have turned away.

Instead I remained loyal and abused,

In the barred cage I blindly forged,

From my love.

I wish to be like them,

Do they wish to be like me?

Surely not, 

For how could that be?

The ones in the fairytales,

The lands of children's dreams.

With perfect lives,

And no burdens to bare.

They presumptuously stride,

But never do they stumble.

There are no roadblocks ahead,

On which they may tumble.

They are the ones who uplift their hands and reach for the stars,

And within them they grasp at least a hundred constellations.

They are the ones who never walk in the darkness,

For the sun embraces and kisses them endlessly.

Oh, I wish to be like them, 

Do they wish to be like me? 

Surely not,

For how could that be?

I trudge against the ground,

Feeling all it's friction.

Striding only,

In strife and confliction.

I am the one who reaches to the sky with hands open wide,

And retrieve only fragments and bits of old stardust.

I am the one on which darkness falls;

For the moon ensnares me within its clingy and abusive fingers.

I wish to be like them,

Do they wish to be like me?

Surely not,

For how could that be...? 

A smile she's painted onto her face,

And displayed for the world.

Young beauty, youthful love;

With a baby on the way.

Aglow as an expectant mother should be,

What a sight she is to see.

But when she goes home,

And no ones around.

Her smile drops,

And the tears gush out.

She's given it all up;

Everything for love.

And waits around all day for the man that she loves.

The man who never rushes home,

And comes home only when she's sleeping.

He takes all she gives,

And selfishly steals her young soul away,

Leaving her sitting and pining over him all day.

She knows she should leave and stop wasting her time.

But her heart just can't agree with her mind.

Her heart is too filled of the past,

Of when he only desired her so,

And his love was all her own.

The days when he caressed her,

And kissed her lips sweetly.

Whispered he loved her,

And filled her with desire.

All since long gone,

and only mere memories.

But still she waits,

And hopes for the day,

Her man will reciprocate,

The love she has for him.

I loved him true,

I gave my all.

He broke my heart,

And I took the fall.

But my dreams alas,

Anew and steadfast,

Came to me once more,

And guided my feet to the floor.

He has regret,

And I have none,

For nothing wrong had I done.

The ambitions he stole,

And the lies that he twisted.

Never did I see,

Until he left me.

But joyous am I! Oh, joyous am I!

A gift that was truly disguised,

And he knew not that he gave it.

But with open hands I received,

All that which he had taken from me.

Now joyous, oh, so joyous will I be!

For he has once again set me free!

The sirens are calling,

The floodgates have opened.

Do you hear me? Do you see me?

The wind shrieks aloud,

But no answer around her can there be found.

Her cry continues through all the night,

Desperately searching for the one who can solve her plight;

For a hand to hold, and warm lips to kiss goodnight...