I know inside they hurt and cry
and I try my best.
But even pain I can't deny
as I cry and try to rest.
I comfort them as best I can
sometimes it does them good.
I'm sure they wonder why she ran
and I wish I understood.
Reasons not to be right there
when they might be sad.
At times its tiring and not fair
To be both mom and dad.
I try so much not to dwell
I try not to complain.
I try to rid them of a hell
and wash away their pain.
Surely she will see their hurt
and one day be somewhat wise
and bring her heart up from the dirt
and give them smiling eyes.
10/21/01
