I stared like a statue into my mother’s eyes
There was only one question in my mind: “Why?”
Why did you bear me when you knew you were going to die young?
Your death broke me and, still, the worst was yet to come.
I have spent the whole of my life in the deep end
Treading and trying desperately not to drown
I would make progress and think I was on the mend
Only to loose my footing and fall back down.
“Why?!” I wanted to scream in anger
“Why would you subject your child to that?
You wouldn’t expose me to immediate danger,
Well, guess what? This isn’t so different from that!”
I wasn’t sure what I expected to hear…answers?
Probably not.
The dead keep their secrets dear, a virtually unravel-able knot.
You gave me a taste of love, but only a draught.