My Mommy

I saw your mommy away from home

early evening once again

I saw your mommy richen her tone

with money you can’t spend

I saw your mommy walk to church

with a golden galore she wore

I saw your mommy bend and hurt

while other mommies cried for her

And I saw her gleam with you in her eyes

and swears right on her lips

She said she wanted to see you fly

while you trembled at her hips

I saw her teeth in her large, wide smile

yellow, rotting decay

I heard her shoes on cracking tile

and I ran away

Your mommy sang of better times

that have yet to exist

Your mommy sang sweet, sweet lies

yet nothing seemed amiss

Your mommy sang loudly all sorts of laud

to show you off like a trophy’s shine

But she only shrieked behind her facade

watching you through bottles of wine

Only I could see you broken and worn

in the mirror when you let loose

Only I could right your wrongful scorn

because I knew the unknown truth

But a reflection may offer no true aid

only a useless sympathy

And no one could warrant my burning hate

for all the times with Mommy and me.

#poetry

*This poem isn't about me in case anyone was mistaken