Impressionable Experiences

How Mommy Died

"Daughter, Don't Sit In My Parlor"

1999

There is a sadness in knowing,

That you will never be going,

To that wonderful place,

where your dreams should be chased,

and you can see your own childhood face.

Everyday that I've visited your parlor,

I try desperately to imagine harder and harder,

Yet only seeing the time running, farther and farther,

As this comfort seems bitter yet soothing,

I know only that none shall ever be able to swoon thee.

Oh how I see the sadness in its reflection,

My own heart cries and mourns the rejections,

Understanding your lifelong pain with a strange connection,

On the sofa she looks into my eyes with depth,

the innocent red bear clutches it tightly to death...

A huge loving heart wrapped in a bow like a gift,

It shall never be received through your rift,

The passion she carries in her eyes,

Shall always be truthful and without lies,

Sadly a child grew up too fast only to die.

I see you as that lonely passionate bear,

Forever wishing and wondering that someone will care,

Yet only surrounded by the lost hopes and dreams,

Dolls, stuffed toys, special days, though it seems,

Material things attempt to replace fruitless trees.

And so there is a sadness in knowing,

That your heart will always be lonely,

For it shall never be free,

To go to that place and be,

The true reflection of your own hearts face.