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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

little mistress

mum why are you so sad
please mum i know you feel bad
dont fall into a heap
i know the tears you want to so weep
mum if you go to bed
you know dad will want us to take the lead
he will want us to play mum
an do as you do when the sun aint the sun
please mum dont lay down
mum wake up
we will not make sound
mum dont make day night and night day
mum please mum it will be ok
she sucks her thumb
and quietly tucks herself in
i know now
this is what my sister and i were entwined in
as my sister cooked
we played mum
we did as she did
i made it sound right
i was mum now
didnt anyone know
i knew what to do
to make it all sound so
but deep inside
i screamed out all night
i screamed and screamed
i knew it wasnt right
i never said i do
i will marry you
but it didnt make a difference
he always said i was his little mistress
Naomi

2 comments:

  1. That is how I felt about my mom and dad as well. Thanks for sharing this painful poem.

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