I do anything for a little bit of her attention
She’s become so distant, losing all connection
I haven’t heard the soothing excitement in her voice in months
Instead “I can’t right now” is her favorite response

It’s always been bad, but my god, has it gotten worse
She’d tell you that her life has been cursed
While she locks herself away in a bedroom that surrounds of hoard
Walls filled to the brim of things that she can’t afford

She’s so unhappy and yet, convinced that items will bring her happiness
While she clings to memories that weigh her heart of heaviness
Holding on to what life use to be before her parents passed away
Forgetting that she still has children that need her in their life to this day

Sometimes I wonder if she’ll be able to pull through
When I decide to exchange my I do’s
As of seeing my first home, she had to postpone
But above all else, one day, I’ll have children of my own
And I hope you’ll show and be there to watch them grow

Mom, I’m not asking for perfection
But sometimes I’m not sure where you’ve gone
And it’s just been so long…
That I’d do anything for a little bit of your attention