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Mommy, Please Come Home
Ramen in the cabinet
pancake powder to be stirred
just add a little water
give it a little whir.
Ten years old, and yes, I can!
I can use the stove
I can watch tv for hours
and hours, all alone.
I can watch as other kids
flip and flap their feet
giggling and galavanting
playing down the street.
Alone and alienated
forced to always stay alone
hours slide by into night
Mommy, please come home.
She cares enough to
keep me here, afraid to let me out.
If I were to go missing, what
would they all talk about?
How she left me by myself
all day, alone for me to fend
and all I ever wanted
was my mother or a friend.
And finally, she does come home
I've cried and begged and pled
Just long enough to kiss goodnight
and time to go to bed.
a little trite and singsongy, but true story
pancake powder to be stirred
just add a little water
give it a little whir.
Ten years old, and yes, I can!
I can use the stove
I can watch tv for hours
and hours, all alone.
I can watch as other kids
flip and flap their feet
giggling and galavanting
playing down the street.
Alone and alienated
forced to always stay alone
hours slide by into night
Mommy, please come home.
She cares enough to
keep me here, afraid to let me out.
If I were to go missing, what
would they all talk about?
How she left me by myself
all day, alone for me to fend
and all I ever wanted
was my mother or a friend.
And finally, she does come home
I've cried and begged and pled
Just long enough to kiss goodnight
and time to go to bed.
a little trite and singsongy, but true story
Published 8th Aug 2015
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1st Oct 2015 2:43am
"When I was a little boy my mother used to tell me wait til your father comes home. Now I'm 26 still waiting for my father to come home." - Brother Ali
Days are endless when within your family is friendless. I learned to read and write and create worlds from being so isolated at home, for hours. Couldn't repair my relationship with my mother for years after I left. Doesn't sound to an outsider like a huge gap, or loss... but that desire, to be friends with your mom or dad? That's more than an instinctive tug, that's a part of your character. Longing, and the security in loss that runs prevalent in your work makes more sense now. Thanks for releasing this.
Days are endless when within your family is friendless. I learned to read and write and create worlds from being so isolated at home, for hours. Couldn't repair my relationship with my mother for years after I left. Doesn't sound to an outsider like a huge gap, or loss... but that desire, to be friends with your mom or dad? That's more than an instinctive tug, that's a part of your character. Longing, and the security in loss that runs prevalent in your work makes more sense now. Thanks for releasing this.
1st Oct 2015 3:30pm
Thanks for your insightful comment.
Just like anyone else, I have to say that my relationship with my parents really has molded me into who I am. For the most part, that's not a good thing. But at least I can express it creatively.
Thanks for reading.
Just like anyone else, I have to say that my relationship with my parents really has molded me into who I am. For the most part, that's not a good thing. But at least I can express it creatively.
Thanks for reading.
