Little Baby Jane
Showered with love
Brought up with grace
Yet, something was missing
Like a picture without a face
This baby of my past I can not see
I don’t understand how that baby was me
Lost in thought
With little memories of my pain
So I call this sweet child little baby Jane
I lie awake at night With tears in my eyes
Wondering how her mother, my mother, could go on
When her baby would grow up wishing it was lies
How could she run from place to place
While her little Tabbycat continued her chase
Looking for her mother Hoping she’s changed
No longer a druggie, finally saved
Until then,
Little Jane will hide away
Her mother, my mother, still missing
Her past, my past, still unclear
Living each day with a strange sense of fear.