You Don't Really Love Me

When you departed when I was just two years old, Daddy was helpless.
You didn't turn to wave goodbye; had you done so, you would have seen Daddy sob.

As I got older, I completely forgot about you, and Daddy barely ever mentioned you.
I arrived at school and started to feel upset. The first day, I returned home in a mess.

I couldn't remember you at all because I was a young child when you departed.
I assumed that I simply lacked a mother until a new child saw me.

I replied that my dad was good when she inquired about him.
When she inquired about my mother, I froze solid.

I then enquired, "What is a mother?"
And then she laughed.
"A mother is someone who loves you and makes you take a bath," the saying goes.

She seemed unhappy when I informed her I didn't have one.
"You have one, of course, foolish!
She is my father's daughter!"

I gave her my my attention for a time, but I refrained from grinning.
A few tears began to fall from my eyes "Wait! Stop crying! Why don't we hold a competition!"
I shook my head and left, but I will never forget that day.

The day I felt the worst was the day I understood my mother didn't care for me.
Because she would have stayed if she had.
I always prayed every day.

She would stop lying and reduce her beer consumption.
As I looked at my peers, I wanted her close.

Even if she didn't love me, I wanted my mother back.
Just so she could give me a hug, I desired my mother at that moment.