You were not there, when I scraped my knees.
Or when my boyfriend got down on his
When I threw my graduation cap in the air.
Or decided to donate all my hair.
When I hit puberty,
and eventually became pretty.
When I walked down the aisle,
Or had my first child.
When I had a problem,
and felt like I had fallen.
When all I wanted was my parent,
I realized my home was aberrant.
The biggest moments of my life,
I stood alone in strife.
Confused on where you went,
How much better your time was spent.
I wonder if you would be proud,
or just disown me aloud.
This is not a poem of grief,
but of disbelief.
I do not want you home,
I am doing fine on my own.
You were not there to wipe my tears.
We’ve already lost so many years.