Crying on the phone
tears cross short miles to stain my face
desperate, desolate
loved but not valued
carrying her family
forward with her love and her heart
when will the tide turn
when will they say
"Mum are you ok?"
I say I love you, They love you
they just don't show it or
do what you need to breathe and soar
How is it women can cry so often,
and cry so hard without just dying
That despair would **** me
this despair might