Perspective. I often wonder what it's like for my daughter only having me. Personally I think it's awesome being a solo Mum and we get on with things. She's only young so I know there's many more years to come of her making sense of things. Anyway I wrote a little poem/spoken word piece based in a moment in time of her thoughts.
Make believe
My imagination is that of a child
Wild thoughts would beam us, into the wild
We played, and built a fortress with wayward vines
No evil clocks tick and display the time
we stood still, you & I
Then caught a UFO in to the flavored sky
You see, I have an inquisitive mind
It's only natural I have to ask WHY a thousand times
WHY aren't you here to read me stories
are you scared of the dark?
it's OK to be afraid
the moon will guide you on a lighted path
sigh
I know the real reason you're not here
Frequent Excuses, Absent Relationship
= FEAR
For now i'll make believe that you never ran
make believe that you carried me to sleep when I couldn't stand
make believe the figure in my dreams is a loving man
If you can't be here i'll make believe that you can.
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