Father Time

Father Time,

Mother Mary's shrine.

That's all I've had

through my grind.

Neglected by my peers,

not appreciated for my tears. 

Last tear I dropped

I was age eight,

ran away through the fire escape,

trying to escape the flames,

all I could do was throw shame.

At my dead-beat father who never 

called, no not even to claim.

Single mom pushing through the pain,

staying strong just for my sake.

Always knowing he'll never

be back again.