Mother May I
By Bria Fairchild
Mother, may I ask a question?
When did you realize that life could be so cruel?
Did you know that your pain and sorrow would pass to your children?
That the storms would come and destroy the schools, parks and
neighboring buildings
That the world would take your precious jewels
Pointing fingers and spewing ridicule
Pulling those strings and laughing like fools
Mother, may I ask a question?
If you knew what the world would do
How it would take and abuse
Would you have ever let us go?
Mother do you stay up at night
Twisting and turning with doubt and fright
If the future had been shown
Would you change everything you’ve ever known?
Protect your heart
Before the world could rip us apart
About the Creator
Bria Fairchild
Hi! I hope you enjoy my short stories, bad poetry and the advice tidbits that I give out every Wednesday. Come and scream at the stars with me.
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