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She says I'm such a burden to her

& wishes I would grow up and see

that my daddy doesn't love me

neither does he love her.

But all she hears is Daddy this & Daddy that.

But I didn't seem to understand

Daddy wasn't coming back to us.

She says she's scared to wake up

and draw the curtain open.

Living in this one horse town

with all the gossip flying.

She can't stare straight ahead

and watch it pass her by.

As the town people look at me and smile

then look up at her and frown.

I don't know what my mommy did

but I know it can't be good.





Through all the gossip I still remember hearing:

Child, please grow up

Please grow up

So I don't have to bother

putting you to bed at night

Rocking you to sleep.

Feeding you or

Clothing you

or takin you to Sunday School or Church.



She stands in the welfare line

and listens to me scream

for ice cream cones and big strawberries

Kraft Dinner not just no name macaroni.

I heard her talking underneath her breath

I think it was to God

because no one else could hear her words

that she was fed up with disgust.

All the while I stood in line

while she squeezed my hand.

I would soon start to close my eyes

& imagine a world with my daddy.

I think she prayed for those

ice cream cones and big strawberries

And Money to get us by

Patience and understanding

and some help to get us through.

Then she looked down at me when I was staring up

for once I seen her smile

And a glow beam from her eyes.



I'll never forget her smile

or her stern but saddened voice saying:

Child, please grow up

Please grow up

So I don't have to bother

putting you to bed at night

Rocking you to sleep.

Feeding you or

Clothing you

or takin you to Sunday School & Church.