My Pain

Each night our eyes would shed a tear
Knowing that she was nowhere near.
Filling our nights full of despair
Yet, she was never there.
The pain stung us each with a prong
Laughing, for with him, she was all night long.
“My children come first” she would always say,
And still with him, she stayed for days.
Hungry, lonely, and story untold,
That’s how my life was at seven years old.
Playing and loving was all on my mind,
And of course my mother, who left us behind.
For she was in love with a man we knew not,
Besides as a cruel person who never got caught.
So each night she went to him and left us alone,
And for his kids, she cared more than her own.
The last time I saw her before I moved to my dad,
Through the tears in her eyes, she looked slightly glad.
I hold back my cry, still to this day
When I think of how she pushed us away.