#disuse
Five Years old, ugly and shy.
I saw you letting go and I cried.
Mummy! Mummy! Please don’t go.
Will you come back? I don’t know.
Mummy! Mummy! Do you care?
Please, please stay. I want you near.
She looked me in my eyes and said,
“Don’t call me that. Call me by my name.
It’s Marcia. Give it a try”.
That’s the last day I saw her…
Until sixteen years later, one day in late July.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC