Deserving?

 

I sit at my desk crying alone

looking at a site of mother's poems

Sobbing and sniffing I go to lay

frantically wiping my tears away

I know there are hundreds, thousands like me

though it's not much comfort, and I turn to God to plea

I pray hard, and long and strong

Tears pour out like they don't belong

"Please God, give me back what you made for me"

Then I get angry, on the wall I beat

"How can you give us such a precious gift!?"

"Then let it be taken away, after our heart's you had lift!?"

I know you only do what's good and right

but you can't expect us not to cry out from the pain at night

After giving us a life, a precious baby

making us cry, and scream for Hades.

"I pray to you God, and beg your forgiveness"

"For whatever I did to make you believe I deserved this"