Ten Years- Past

This was a memory from a gradeschool play. -My mom never showed as she promised.

Curtains raise to the dimmed light,
Tiny voices chime and recite,
-Many words with their heads hung high,
Their excitement flutters to make them fly.
Costumes on a stage lit bright,
It comes my time to stand and shine.
Searching for a face I know,
I had known you wouldn't show.
Aching to cry, I stand there still,
And to this day- that pain, I feel.
Curtains close- parents clap and cheer,
I watch the families and imagine you here.
Other kids leave early-Moms say they're proud,
But I hide the hurt, as I sneak through the crowd.
The teacher comes to fix my grin,
we go to the playground and I cry again.
Years have passed- three more plays,
But thrice I've searched for your absent face.
Begging, hoping, wishing for you,
Pleading and crying- if only you knew.
Those important days were the worst I had,
Luminous- They started. How could they end so bad?
Now, I've grown, but those young years echo,
If only you knew this a decade ago.