Mother and Daughter
I Know the way she looks at me, she knows; I know the way she turns her face. She scowls in silence at my widening clothes, She will not speak, but makes me wait and wait... I'm waiting for the time I know is right, But never is the time just right for this; She trusted me, I trust in her, for spite She'll think that I betrayed her with a kiss. I thought and thought, to run before my guilt, To hide my face where strangers would not know, To end it all, to cast one life adrift Compounding grief that would not let me go. And still I wait, and hop she'll not disown Her child who cannot face her trial alone.