When I arrived home,
I found my mom on the phone crying,
And I wondered what it was about
And with who…Pain is when you see she who gave birth
To you, crying
_f.pJust when I was about to ignore it and go to my room, I overheard her saying,
“Who will take care of our son? Do it for his sake then I beg you”“Our son”
Ah fuck, it was my father…
What kind of a man makes a woman cry like this?
Most importantly why isn’t he here to see her cry and the pain in her eyes
And handle it like the man he claims he is.
I don’t really know the real reason behind their divorce,
But it’s depressing.
The fact that when I talk to my dad, my mom is not there,
And when I spend time with my mom my dad isn’t there.
He doesn’t even know I failed a grade,
He doesn’t care…If your parents are still together,
Cherish that
_f.pI heard the door to my mom’s room opening
She was done talking with my dad
And what pains me is that
She came to check up on me with a smile
With her tears wiped off
And asked how I am“I’m good I just had a long day mom, and you?”
I’m lazy I didn’t go to work today or even clean the house but we will do that over the weekend and grab something to eat, then maybe buy you clothes and sneakers.
“Yasssss ma, are you serious?”
Or you don’t want them? I can always buy myself clothes and leave you.
“No no no no and no I want them!” I replied with excitement.
But why was she being this sweet, I know that getting such from my mom is very hard, she’s a strict woman.
And I am who I am today because of her, she put me in line
She taught me respect,
And to treat women with all the respect I have,
She never taught me hate
Because she doesn’t hate my father,
And so I grew with her mind-set thatIf I ever loved you,
I’ll always love you
That’s how I was raised- A-ReeceAfter the conversation with my mother, I played music
And I called my girlfriend just to make sure we starting afresh,
With no bad blood, no tension and awkwardnessWhile talking I asked her a question, why did she cheat.
And she didn’t answer, I told her
“if you don’t answer we won’t be able to move forward babe”And she then said
“I’m not blaming you baby, but I understand we are both busy with school work
And we do have problems at home, but try to give me some attention when I seek it, you didn’t notice that you were no longer talking to me the way we used to, as much as you thought I was cheating I also thought you’re also cheating, but in this case I was wrong and you were right, I mean I would call you and you wouldn’t talk, you’d tell me how tired you are and that you want to sleep, and I called you with excitement and you would just kill my mood and I wouldn’t know what was wrong, and again I’m not saying it’s your fault, but just think of how you were treating me at that time”And all I could say is
“I understand you babe, but it’s okay now, please don’t do that again”
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THE LOST LETTER
Poetry"The lost letter" (continuation of I am not to blame) book Written to show the issues that some teenagers fight On a daily basis, divorced parents, losing a parent Depression, and loneliness In a form of a letter.It's written to let them know That...