How sad you are, little girl
Somewhere behind those eyes
Lies the truth
Can you just be well enough to
Tell someone, anyone?
Your mother left you, and your dad,
Well, I don’t know about him
You pay the price
With tears, with angst, with craziness
Anything to make the days go by
Out of control, no longer with anyone
An imagined mother,
Takes the place of the one who left you
A way to be nurtured
You must do it yourself
So very, very lost
Little girl
nice work, Karen
Art Sun...
I wish I could hug that little girl in your poem..just say you are never alone and loved.
Good write. From your heart.
Brian A. Hartford
Blessings ...
Richard