a poem about my mother...
She packed all of her things and now she's gone
There's a space at our table where she used to be
I know very well where our life went wrong
But it still devastates that she would leave
I watch headlights approach from down the road
And my eyes follow them, as they pass our home by
I hear footsteps creaking on the front porch, and I hope
But it constantly proves me a fool, full of lies
She will never be back, she may not even call
That space at our table is no longer owned
But she was there for so long, there through it all
It's a hard habit to break, to recreate a home
I do all that I can to make up for for what's gone
While we build a new family; Father, Mother, and children
I struggle, and I fight to seem happy and strong
Without a mother there to fill her position
Though our family of four has become just three
I pray that my family will all move on with life
In time, they'll realize how much better life can be
And my father may even find true love, a deserving wife
But I'll always expect my mother to be there
When I forget that she left after so many years
of pretending to be happy, perched in that chair
And I may always cry for that, my heart full of tears
There's a space at our table where she used to be
I know very well where our life went wrong
But it still devastates that she would leave
I watch headlights approach from down the road
And my eyes follow them, as they pass our home by
I hear footsteps creaking on the front porch, and I hope
But it constantly proves me a fool, full of lies
She will never be back, she may not even call
That space at our table is no longer owned
But she was there for so long, there through it all
It's a hard habit to break, to recreate a home
I do all that I can to make up for for what's gone
While we build a new family; Father, Mother, and children
I struggle, and I fight to seem happy and strong
Without a mother there to fill her position
Though our family of four has become just three
I pray that my family will all move on with life
In time, they'll realize how much better life can be
And my father may even find true love, a deserving wife
But I'll always expect my mother to be there
When I forget that she left after so many years
of pretending to be happy, perched in that chair
And I may always cry for that, my heart full of tears