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.