The dark eyed mom is here again.

I hope she’s not here to stay.

There will be no meals or good-time feels

And no, This mom don’t play.

Offer her some crackers, she can’t hear me, she won’t speak. 

Tell her that you love her lots?

No. That doesn’t do a thing. 

Take her by the hand and pull,

She can’t move, just stares, that’s all. 

Please, please see me, mama. 

I need you, hear my call. 

Mommy is a big brick wall. 

I cannot see inside. 

She holds the scissors to her chest. 

She cries and cries and cries. 

I don’t know why I’m not enough.

I don’t know how she’s fixed. 

But dark eyed mom stays way too long

While bright eyed mom is missed.