Mommy will be back
I gently caress my son’s smooth face
His eyes puffy from waterfalls of tears
It’s for a better life, I whisper
I wrap my frail arms around my daughters tiny body
She buries her face into my warm bosom
You will be proud of me, I whisper-
She can’t do it
She won’t do it
She is a horrible mother!
They shout crippling words
Into my hollow soul,
I am a horrible mother.
My children release piercing cries
And beg me not to leave,
Their lips quivering as they speak.
I run my fingers through their coarse jet black hair
I must go to America, I whisper
They drop to their knees
And grab my feeble ankles
I will send money back, I whisper-
She’s leaving her own children
She’s a horrible mother!
My options have been exhausted
Like a fully melted candle.
I am a horrible mother
I must leave my children behind
In order to move them forward