You stand straight.
Sit straight
Bend till you like,
Take care of me when I cry,
Only when i cry.
Do I have to cry everyday?
I so wish to have you look me straight.
How with every curve,
Right or wrong, in or out,
I can make you look your sexiest best,
or a hunchback *****
You look at everything else, dont you?
Then why do I stand neglected?
Like a sorry kid,
Always demanding attension.
You curl up,
and I protect you.
You face danger,
then turn to make me face it.
But now I face you.
With my words, I face you.
Supported you all our life,
now its time to reach for another.
When you grow old,
And I grow week,
I will still stand tall,
And not pretend to be meek.
You will need support,
that I know.
Physical weakness,
I'll try and never let you know.
But what about the responsibilities?
That you have sworn to bear,
Will they be lesser or heavier, in the end?