I carried you for nine months,

Toiled and starved just to see you smile.

You grew up with a heart filled with moths,

You don’t visit even when it’s just a mile.

Your father went poof as soon as two lines appeared,

I couldn’t even cry, I had to be strong for you.

"I’m old enough," the words I fear,

I hate those words, even though they’re true…

Now you’re here

you can’t say them anymore,

You can’t talk back when I talk.

You can’t stomp off when I’m annoying you,

You’re lying in a big wooden box…

Soon you’ll rot with it.

You should have listened to Mummy…

I didn’t train you right, gave you too much liberty.

I gave you life, and I’ve taken it.

I saved someone’s daughter

You were starting to remind me of your dad.