The Envious Mother

I sing them lullaby’s and have the energy to wake up in nightly cries.

I can’t find them and myself at the same time.

You’re in shock like a mime .

I’m there to comfort them at night.

I’m reading them the bedtime story and holding them tight .

I’m missed at there birthday parties and they vent to me.

You wish you had that effect but you’re not me.

They don’t listen and you want them to be perfect for you .

Let’s face it that’s something they’ll never do.

You yell or try to make everything funny.

Your own child smacking you is not even funny .

I use to hold your daughter tightly in my arms and I knew she was precious can be .

But when you looked at me.

You said I’m an ugly black girl and no one would ever want me .

You wish your husband praised you like he does me.

I should send this to you but I’ll

Remember the bitterness you thought that would hurt me eventually.