"Blues Of An Eleven Year Old"

I wonder how it was for her

To be with you.

And I wonder very often

What it is like - to be you.

I am familiar with this vessel

That contains your soul,

And like a devout worshiper,

I have drunk from this bowl.

I can tell the jagged edges

From the smooth ends,

The colors to the contour,

Each curve, every bend.

I have been close enough, thank you,

And yet something won't show.

It is not easy for any of us,

But please, this - I have to know.

"Papa…

Why did mama leave us?"