Faded Pictures
I tried to paint a picture in my mind of
the perfect family
Happy mom
happy Dad
happy child
no worries in life
But this picture never comes out real
But what picture is ever real if it's not captured by your eyes itself
The picture is a single mom
struggling with a broken child that doesn't know what a dad is but knows they have a father
where my mom was my dad and my mom
and my dad was a movie never seen
my mother walked around head held high like everything was okay
only reason her head wasn't down was because that will mess up the balance of worries on her shoulder
where the child wishes and prays she can take some worries off but wasn't strong enough to hold the weight
where every step got harder but we got stronger
where the father tries to turn into a dad so we keep him in the picture
where my picture is not just a picture
but a story
not of the perfect family but my family
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