She spends her day with a painted smile
Laughing at silly jokes the cute boy made
At lunch. Waving at the people who call
Her name in the crowded halls of the only high
School in the small town she lives in.
At work she uses a soft voice
Helping others find a new adventure
On pages. When it time to go home
She stops to buy flowers. She can feel them.
Everyone’s eyes on her.
They know, everyone knows
Pitying her with each breath she takes
Her father left her and her mother behind
With no words but a wave and his arm
Wrapped around another women.
Her mother was devastated, heart broken
And destroyed, all she would do
Was drink her pain away
Now every month on the 19th
Lily Ann brings flowers to a grave
That says Stacy Ermi, a loving mother
She can feel the tears coming when she
Squat down and lays the flowers on the grave
“You said you’d never leave me
Like dad did.”
“But you lied and now I have no mom or dad.
How could you leave me? ” She stands up
And wipes her tears, takes a deep breath
“But I still love you mom.”
She turns around and walks away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem