Daughter’s Cry Dear mother how could this be? I’m crying out, it’s your daughter, can you hear me? After your first, second, and third child, did you not know? That life would be hard, and yet you had two more? I waited for you to come, I wanted you so much, I longed to be looked at with pride and joy of my existence, I wanted to feel my mother’s tender touch. Wherever you are, I’m thinking of you, Although those thoughts often make me feel blue. I am an adult now, but the little girl in me cries out, Oh mother, please rescue me from myself, I just can’t figure this life thing out. I am 28 now, but I still want directions, Where do I go from here? What awaits me in the distance? Should I just give up now, or should I continue to be persistent? You never abused me verbally or physically, But when you left you ripped me apart emotionally. I still don’t care what you did or didn’t do, Dear Beryl Brown, oh how I needed you.
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