My Mummy's mine.
Loves us all the time,
I loves others you will find.

I can't express;
Feels like such duress.
I can't explain;
I can take pain.
I can't be scared;
I have never dared

Twenty years is so brief,
On my own;
all alone.
How can I manage?

My reason's gone;
how to go on.
I don't know;
deja vu,
fourteen years ago.

Paul Friedman