• I hate to say this,
    but I live with a stranger.
    One who was once a mother.
    Oh what bother,
    What bother to be both a mother and a father.
    But only partially.
    Not the same, I wish I could gain
    more than goodnight goodbye.
    My love is the same,
    but not the two people it is for.
    Two strangers, I go between two strangers.
    One here, one there...feels like I'm everywhere.
    Am I too a stranger to them?
    One who was once a small girl, a daughter, with a twinkle in my eyes,
    happiness within them
    Now a strange young lady with a choice of her own yet cannot understand
    such a demand
    let me take my stand!
    A stranger to those who love me so much
    can it be true?
    hmm,
    My mother, my father
    both filled with greatness
    still strangers
    not the same as it used to be.
    will it ever be?
    I love you mom and dad.