In the quiet evenings,
After school, homework, work...
I sit and I ponder
As I watch the ever-present pain
That lives upon your face.
When I look at it,
I can feel the upset at it,
At the ignoramus you work with.
I cry on the inside,
Dark and abysmal though it may seem,
For you:
Tears of love.
I love you so much
And I can't stand to see you suffer.
I understand your work can be
Difficult, and I can see
Exactly why you like data from computers
Instead of talking to people.
I hope he leaves soon
And I hope they fire him.
Because when you suffer,
I do too.
Author notes
Mom's had a rough time at work and I just want it to go away.
The meaning is what it is to you:
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It really is a good write. I can feel the pain and sadness. You are a very good daughter to feel so much sadness because your mom is in pain.
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It's really good. You're a better daughter than I am.
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Not better. Just different.
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