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I wake up from a dream

Oh! more like a nightmare

I get out of bed just to see them go

All my life I've lived this way

A solitary life in vain

I have my parents but never a Mom and Dad

A child like me won't understand

Their business is killing me

They've been held captive by someone called 'work'

It's breaking to see them go

Leaving me alone in this lonely abode

I shed a tear as I wave goodbye

They've got no time to chat

No time to love nor notice me

A dummy of their profession- I consider them

I sleep with a longing in my heart

I want lullabies just like every child

And bedtime stories to hear 

But I sleep without them knowing

Their focus is their work

Can't even kiss me goodnight

In the morning I sit at the doorstep

I look up and see the chirping birds

Somehow I've managed to smile

I see people passing by

Tell myself how pitiful I seem

I look at them with a word on my mind..

" If ever you see my Mom and Dad

Will you make them come back home ?!"

-Kathleen l. Burlas-