Why are you like it?
Why be so different?
Cant you help it?
Do you ask yourself
silently in thought
Why cant I change?
You cant talk to anyone
your mother doesnt try
yet somehow you always
to communicate with me.
You got expressive eyes
you roll em & you smile
one day you felt upset
put your little hand in
mine.
Paint a portrait of you
writing your life story
screaming in your head,
withheld in your diary.
I will never try to get
you to talk to me again
when I gave you crayons
you gave me a rare smile
You wrote me a note with
a favourite teacher card
Miss can you be my mama?
I thought of Matilda, we
had just red it together
& you read with a finger
to show me where you are
yet now at your grave we
saw your a falling star.
