Mama used to cry,
in her bed at 2am,
when her relationship
was falling apart at the seams.

Mama used to reminisce,
how she planned her future to be,
married with her children,
happy as an author.

Mama used tell me,
about how he missed the holidays,
and how he didn't call
the night her brother died.

Mama used to try,
she loved him so she stayed.
But even the strongest people
can only take so much.

Mama used to cry,
up late at 2am;
but now she's fast asleep,
after kissing her Prince Charming goodnight.