A young child waits alone in the dark
His duvet pulled up to his chin
He waits for his goodnight kiss
But his mother forgot about him.
He can hear her voice, drifting upstairs
She giggles, gossips, drinks tea
And while her son waits alone in the dark
She laughs, obliviously
While upstairs her son is alone in the dark
Thinking, “She doesn’t love me.”
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Feb 26, 2013 @ 19:39:17
That is a sad piece. I feel for the little fellow.
Feb 26, 2013 @ 21:19:31
Such a sad story that happens way to often.
Feb 26, 2013 @ 23:23:05
I remember when I was really little, less than two maybe, thinking my mom had abandoned me because she was on the phone.
Mar 01, 2013 @ 10:16:14
It wasn’t true, she really did care
She just got stuck on the phone
You know what it’s like when she’s on a call
It’s like a dog with a bone!
Don’t be sad when you feel all forgot
Half asleep & drowsy
Mum & Dad do love you so much
Sorry their timekeeping is lousy!
Dad xxxx
May 22, 2014 @ 06:19:51
Oh, what a heartbreaking poem! You’re such a talented writer. I hope it’s okay if I drop you a line here; I just wanted to let you know that two of your submissions for the Picture it & Write publication have been published.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KBO6URM/
We’re sorry it took so long, but we hope the final product is worth the wait. Ebook is done and paperback is in the proof stage. Happy reading! Thank you for being a part of this project.