I've been staring at what's falling,
Helpless and afraid.
Through the glass, I see that it's the sun
Slowly falling away.
Puffy eyes from too many tears,
I go to knock on your door.
Before you answer, I lay it down
on your floor.
I'm handing this to you,
because I am no longer a fit mother.
Parenting a love, that is only a baby,
You could two could use one another.
I am only curious to see,
If you still want this. So, I wait and wait.
Then my doorbell rings &
I already know.
Opening the front door,
Is indeed quite a show