Repetitive Cycle

I often asked

“Where’s daddy?”

I often asked

On my birthday

Like a broken record

My mom repeated

“Maybe next year”

I blew my candles

Often wishing

for the same thing

For

Him

To

Be

Here

He often never came

I often asked again

7

8

9

10

I grew

And grew

My mother

giving me water

No father

To give me

Sunshine

So

I grew

Crooked

11

12

13

I often never asked

That question again

14

15

16

Instead

I often asked

“What did I do wrong?”

17

18

“Why don’t you want me?”

My mother repeated

Like a broken record

“Maybe you’ll know…

Next year”

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