When I was five,
I asked,
"Mommy, is it true,
That daddy's favorite color
Was blue?"
"Of course it is my dear,
Who ever said it wasn't true?"
When I was ten,
I asked,
"Mommy, is it true,
That when daddy talked,
He always gave clues?"
Of course it is my dear,
Who ever said it wasn't true?"
When I was fifteen
I asked,
"Mom, is it true,
That dad died
Because he committed suicide?"
Tears rolled from my mother's eyes,
As if she hid this truth with herself
And kept it in disguise.
"Yes, it is true my dear,
That your dad died
Because he committed suicide"...
