Sweet child, I murmur,
As she cries out to me,
Our memories begin to fade away quietly,
I grip the fingertips one last time,
Reminding myself that she is no longer mine.
And somewhere in the deepest depths of my heart,
The hole she once filled is now falling apart,
Will she remember you in the same light?
As loving and beautiful, or filled with spite?
Thumb the tears away from her eyes,
‘There, there’ reassure her, recite your lies.
Hold her closely, cradled in your arms.
Mommy will be back, but without her charm.