Something of Myself
Thursday, August 30, 2007
She sat on the chair.
Tiny.
Waiting for her mother to finish.
She was having pizzas,
A barter.
'Mamma promised to take me to the pool tonight. I can't wait.'
Innocent.
Untouched.
Unaware.
Not knowing how much Mamma goes through...
How guilty she feels to keep her waiting on that seat
Where strangers play with her hair
And sick adults look at her chest.
Wonder if she will ever know how much her Mamma loves her. How much she hates to be away from her.
To not be present.
Today, tomorrow or day after.
Mamma cries.
So does she.
Love remains.
In fragments.
Moments caught between time.
Like the pizza after school...
Tiny.
Waiting for her mother to finish.
She was having pizzas,
A barter.
'Mamma promised to take me to the pool tonight. I can't wait.'
Innocent.
Untouched.
Unaware.
Not knowing how much Mamma goes through...
How guilty she feels to keep her waiting on that seat
Where strangers play with her hair
And sick adults look at her chest.
Wonder if she will ever know how much her Mamma loves her. How much she hates to be away from her.
To not be present.
Today, tomorrow or day after.
Mamma cries.
So does she.
Love remains.
In fragments.
Moments caught between time.
Like the pizza after school...
1 Comments:
Wish her mamma never have to leave her, wish they always live in that moment. But then life is not a fantasy, mamma will leave, tiny will have to fend for herself. She will learn, she will survive, her instincts will save her.
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