She was five when her mother left.
Not for good, no. Just to study
To become something better,
To help save the world.
But why couldn't she start with her child,
The girl whose mother left
When she needed her the most?
She spent years crying, waiting
For the mother who promised to come home
But missed her child's ninth birthday.
The girl spent her birthday without
The woman who gave birth to her.
It wasn't the mother's fault.
But she could've tried harder.
