Rochester Writers Association

Quick there’s a thief! someone’s stole my fragile youth,

Tears on crimson cheeks, please discard that tainted noose,

My mother made it happen, she sent him to his death,

She took us all away, Father felt like he had nothing left,

She blamed his crack addiction, for the reason of her leave,

But I’m a firm believer, she had other options up her sleeve,

She replaced him oh so quickly, before the last goodbye,

Not even in the ground, yet she betrothed another guy,

Happily ever after? I guess she made it through the pain,

Who the hell am I kidding, I’m sure she never felt a thing,

I hate to pick on you mother, But these words I feel are true,

You left love to be loved, and I hope it anchor’s you.