Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby my own
Turn around and your two, turn around and your grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own
Kids are the light of your life and kids break your heart. When it goes wrong, a phone call late at night will get you going quicker than a bran muffin. My daughter has been going through a rough patch for 20 years. Sitting here tonight thinking about her, this poem spurted out . Caught me by surprise.
My Little Girl
My little girl what happened?
What did I do right? What did I do wrong?.
It was gone in flash. The twinkle of an eye. Messy hair.
Outrageous curls. Missing teeth.
Band-Aid on your knee, a tear on your cheek.
Mom, look at the sky. I see a bunny in the clouds.
Mom I love you, Mom I hate you.
You can’t tell me what do. What should I do, mom?
Mom, you are my best friend. You ruined my life.
You never think of anyone but yourself.
You’ve always been there for me.
You’re so greedy, you’re so kind.
You never buy me new clothes.
Where are the new jeans you got me yesterday?
You’re a great cook. You only fed me peanut butter sandwiches.
You don’t understand me. My friends hide here.
I showed you. I don’t need you.
Give me money. I have a brain tumor.
I went to college for a year.
I fell down the stairs. No wait, he broke my arm.
There is no work here. My boss is mean.
He fired me for being late, a month late.
My boiler went out, I’m cold.
You’re a whore. You’re a saint.
Everything I know I learned from you, mom.
You have nothing to teach me.
You’re a terrible mother. I need you.
Tell me what to do. Go away.
Mom, are you there?