Mommy Cried

I looked up and asked Mommy...where's Daddy?, and Mommy cried;
Mommy tried to hide behind eyes that despise the reality that daddy casually walked out of our lives, I was five years old and couldnt hold back my tears, because Mommy's fears for the future took hold of me, but Mommy took hold of me and help me near:
I looked up and asked Mommy...where's Daddy?, and Mommy cried;
Mommy tried to explain about the flicker of a flame, and how it fades, and how a man can weaken if he feels beaten by a system, and how he starts insisting that everybody's against him, and so he flees from his family, but Mommy held me near;
I looked up and asked Mommy...where's Daddy?,and Mommy cried;
Mommy tried to walk in Daddy's gators, but she slipped, she started to slide, her fall was eminent and since I was in it I became hell-bent on resentment for my Daddy, I saw him in his Caddy with his mistress I thought he missed us, my mind was unclear, but Mommy held me near;
I looked up and asked Mommy...where's Daddy?,and Mommy cried;
Mommy tried to raise a boy to a man with the hand she was dealt, my pain  she felt, her pain she transformed to love, Mommy always was, a woman above, the waves of affliction, always an addition, though I was raised in an equation where my Daddy was always missing, but Mommy held me near... and Mommy cried: