do you miss me
not giving you the attention
not playing your game
i notice you asked me back
well, i left, what a shame

loved your cuddles
all this morning
the birdsong was called
cliches calling
and i loved your cuddles

someone who loves me
read what you had to say about me
and she sighs,
for your decay inside

who is the more lonely,
me,
who enjoys a rich –
and full life
who,
is blessed with family
and caring friends

it is odd –
that you rudeness
and spitefulness
and nastiness
although only illustrated in verse
makes you popular

as a mother –
you have this rage
that your child –
has been labelled
and it is far from flattering…

i felt for you yesterday –
a bundle of nerves
and held in such emotions
i wanted to put –
my arms around you