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Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess is almost all grown up. A danzel in distress, or just the average ****? She traded in her bouncy curls for a sharp silver knife. She's picking fights with other girls and wants to end her life. Under all the make up, and behind the painted smile... She knows that when she looks up she can feel her for a while. The Mommy she once knew, the mother she'll always keep... is somewhere watching over her as she goes in too deep. Praying a mother's prayer, and humming a lullaby. Mommy's little super hero has grown over two feet. He traded in his sword and shield for a few bags of weed. He knows he has to be a man, but still, he wonders why. So complicated and unfair, this concept of goodbye. Under the layers of black clothes, behind the dilated eyes, is a secret to behold, even super heros cry. But he knows that when he looks up he can feel her for a while. The Mommy he once knew, the mother he'll always keep. is somewhere watching over him as he goes in too deep. Praying a mother's prayer, and humming a lullaby, Mommy's little baby is now in middle school. And now she takes it upon herself to create her own rules. He sister is not her mom, and her brother is not her dad, but at the end of the day they're all she's ever dad. Under all the questions about things she's never known, Every night she wonders why her family had to go. But she knows that when she looks up she can feel her for a while. The Mommy she once knew, the Mother she'll always keep is somewhere watching over her as she gets in too deep. Praying a mother's prayer, and humming a lullaby.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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