Your bedroom is untouched
and remains
the same.
Perhaps
these strong pills
are to blame.
I like to have my wake up
coffee
in the morning sunlight
thinking of your smile
and your giggles
of delight.
So here I sit
on the edge
of your empty bed
waiting for you patiently
to come home
instead.
Your father wants
to start
planning anew
but in this quiet room
I still have a part
of you.
He wants to redecorate the void
and paint
the pastel wall
and yet a mother's unconditional love
only wants
to stall.
I'll cry here silently
forever
holding your hand
and though you're much older
I think
you'll understand.
I can feel your heart
beating
and know you're alive.
Intuition
is the very reason
I continue to survive.
I once had a little girl
and I stopped watching her
grow
since the day
you were kidnapped
over 13 years ago.
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and remains
the same.
Perhaps
these strong pills
are to blame.
I like to have my wake up
coffee
in the morning sunlight
thinking of your smile
and your giggles
of delight.
So here I sit
on the edge
of your empty bed
waiting for you patiently
to come home
instead.
Your father wants
to start
planning anew
but in this quiet room
I still have a part
of you.
He wants to redecorate the void
and paint
the pastel wall
and yet a mother's unconditional love
only wants
to stall.
I'll cry here silently
forever
holding your hand
and though you're much older
I think
you'll understand.
I can feel your heart
beating
and know you're alive.
Intuition
is the very reason
I continue to survive.
I once had a little girl
and I stopped watching her
grow
since the day
you were kidnapped
over 13 years ago.
***********