At Breakfast

The table is empty and I wonder why. I hear mom's voice coming out from her room. She's not happy and I wonder why. I wonder why she is upset in the morning and not at night. There's sunshine out there, there's no reason to cry. I wonder why. At night we all get a bit blind and nobody wants to be wise. Nobody wants to wake up and to see the state of our lives. And I think to myself that she should only cry at night. Because nobody sleeps besides. No daddy's arms to hold her tight. But who said she never cries at night? She does, it's only I am too young to sympathize. And I cry wondering why.