The Back of My Mind
Here comes the night again,
Left feeling so hurt for two little girls.
Makes it hard to pretend,
I’m okay with what life sometimes unfurls.
I hold you both close in the back of my mind.
But I know it’s for naught,
Because he doesn’t play like our kind,
I am painfully familiar with the onslaught.
The hole in my heart like a vacuum,
It whistles, what if you fail again?
All his ugly words well up in the void like a sad tune,
But my little engine fights, says I think i can.
So I hold my little girls in the back of my mind,
Whisper for them to be strong.
Now I pray to God for strength in any sign,
For I gave up asking him why things went so wrong.
My apron strings stretch for miles, my little girls.
My hope and faith and determination with them.
But when big blue eyes sprout tears like pearls,
I feel like the loveliest of flowers crimped at the stem.
So let me hold you tight in the back of my mind,
Where he cannot reach us.
Listen when I whisper be strong and act so in kind,
Never let him pull asunder our mutual trust.
So here we three are, my arms wrapped around you,
I will sing you songs and stroke your long blonde hair.
Please don’t forget it’s your mama who will see you through
For it is I who lives and breathes for your every care.
April 16th, 2014
Charlotte von Wolfle Greer