Where You’re Supposed To Be

My mother woke me urgently, then said I love you with urgency

So I could tell that certainly, there had to be an emergency

I sat there worriedly, as she found all the words to speak

Usually she speaks perfectly, always with much certainty

My mother (always nurturing), struggled to even turn to me

This wait was like torturing, I just wanted to go to sleep

And dream all my hopeless dreams, of my mother opening

Her heart to my father, so he can come back home to be

The one I didn’t go to see, on weekends when we both were free

Just yesterday he was close to me, and now I’ll mope here for a week

I told mother LET GO OF ME, and asked why she’s controlling me

Why my father can’t get the most of me, and only gets a dose of me

She stared at me hopelessly, I’ve never seen her froze and weak

She wiped her eyes and told to me, last night there was a burglary

Your father was murdered by the streets, my heart was broke in every piece

My mother cried uncontrollably, and said Son you’re where you’re supposed to be…