Send Me Home To Papa

with a secret, shamed and scorned?
Force me to share the reasons
that I am so forlorn?
Ahead of time I used to have,
to grow into our choice –
send me home to Papa, but
please cut out my voice!
I don’t want to tell him of
how I’ve failed my mother.
How we’ve been so blinded and
how we’ve bruised each other.
How we couldn’t deal with
normal adult fare –
How we broke under the strain
of normal wear and tear.
How we lost the plot for what
we could not control.
How we blamed each other when
we need not blame at all.
How we drank that poison
and yet conceived a child?
Don’t send me home to Papa
when we’re not reconciled.