Broken
As a young child she brought her broken toy,
"Mommy, make it better."
and with a few stitches and some glue,
it was all better and a few hours later,
she went out to play again.
As an older child she brought her broken arm,
"Mommy, make it better."
and with a few stitches and a cast,
it was all better and a few weeks later,
she went out to climb again.
As a teenager she brought her broken heart,
"Mommy, make it better."
and with a little understanding and some wise words,
it was all better and a few months later,
she went out to love again.
Now she brings her broken life,
"Mommy, make it better."
but no matter how many stitches or how much love,
it never gets better,
Years later she still asks, "Who can I turn to now?"
but no one seems to have enough glue.