Dark Eyed Mom
The dark eyed mom is here again.
I hope she’s not here to stay.
There will be no meals or good-time feels
And no, This mom don’t play.
Offer her some crackers, she can’t hear me, she won’t speak.
Tell her that you love her lots?
No. That doesn’t do a thing.
Take her by the hand and pull,
She can’t move, just stares, that’s all.
Please, please see me, mama.
I need you, hear my call.
Mommy is a big brick wall.
I cannot see inside.
She holds the scissors to her chest.
She cries and cries and cries.
I don’t know why I’m not enough.
I don’t know how she’s fixed.
But dark eyed mom stays way too long
While bright eyed mom is missed.
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