Author: Natalie Brzyski PM
A little girl speaks to her detached mother, throughout the years, in hopes that she might garner maternal affection and attention.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 221 - Published: 04-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3013517
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Mommy dearest, please, talk to me
Soon, seven years, I am to be
I know, I'm larger than others
In sync with my older brother
But if you'd call me, now and then
I swear I'll change, before I'm ten.
Mommy Dearest, you did not call
You kept, not one promise, at all
You say, "We'll see each other soon"
My schedule, I kept full of room
They still stay empty, as days pass
And less I am a little lass.
Mommy Dearest, I'm sick of this
All that I try, just seems to miss
I am no model, no beauty
No queen, yet, it is my duty
They call me pretty, and lovely
I know, it's not really, what you see.
Mommy Dearest, I end it here
Despite your glare that I do fear
You've never harmed me, or said such
Cruel things to make my heart break much
Though, it would let me know you care
Than the empty words you do spare.
But you know what kills me the most?
You were nine months my gentle host,
But that isn't enough for you
So I hold love for both, it's true.
I'm not sure I can love you more,
But why must my heart be left sore?