The Tears

Playing with mommy is so much fun. Daddy tickles me.
My favorite part is when mommy tucks me in goodnight.
Mommy says I am a good girl. When will baby brother be big enough to play?
I don’t like his crying.

They told me there was an accident. Mommy, Daddy, and baby brother won’t be coming home.
They left me alone. I promise I’ll be good. But who will put me to bed?
They say I have to be a big girl now. I don’t want to.
My eyes won’t stop crying.

I hate these people. They don’t want me here, and I don’t want to be here.
This isn’t home. It never will be. Why did they leave me?
It hurts inside. They say I’m a young woman now—I want my mommy.
No one listens when I cry.

Today is my big day. I am so done with this place.
I hope Mom is proud of me. I wish they were here. I don’t even remember her.
What am I going to do? For the first time, I get to be on my own.
They say I’m an adult. Is everyone as scared as I am?
To that broken little girl—a final silent cry.

All alone again. No family. No one to look after me. Life is so hard, but I’m trying to get by.
Doing my best. Who am I trying to convince?
I place my hand over my belly. I guess I’m not so alone anymore. It’s just you and me.
I hope I’ll be a good mom.
My tears are all I have left to cry.