Mommy

Bright eyes stare at me,
still lost in her dreams.
Innosense,
unbroken, unspoiled.
No dought comes out,
her mouth.

"Mommy why do you
walk like that?
Where did those scars come from?
I just saw that."

I hesatated,
when did she become observant?

Mommy used to be with some people,
but we wernt equal.
We got into fights,
over money and plants.
And mommy got hurt a couple of times,
and they diddnt heal right.

"Why mommy? These people sound bad.
They sound greedy.
Wernt they happy with what they had?
Why were you with them, they Sound like meanies."

.....I dought it,
that I could handle that.

She was right,
and still is.
I've gotta stop.
and I've did.

Now the unborn child,
will not know what I did.
When I was their age,
still young and understanding.