Just the Loneliness

Just the Loneliness Just the loneliness of not being able to walk Hand by hand, not able to turn this one special Person-mother, and say,"What do you think?" Can I even speak To this one person to which whom I call mother, Like a stranger to whom I never met? But to whom birth and breast Fed me with knowledge that I know, Left me abandoned like a chessy cat, But yet shall I forgive her? I need to know who I am, but yet She too, doesn't even know me; Day by day I take another breath of polluted air, I think I can picture the image she left me, I think I can still see, when I said I wanted to be just like her; Do I even know Who she is? Everyday I wish and dream She would come back to see "Just the Loneliness she left me" -Amy BaldwinIs there anything that I need to work on? Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 09:20 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1