I’m sorry sweet angel
There are no silver platters in the kitchen cupboards
I never fed you squashed pea’s with a silver spoon
You were given a raw deal
That first gleam within your fathers’ eyes

I have dragged you along with me like a rag doll
Through my neurotic episodes
Through my rainy days
As if I had no other choice

I’m so sorry sweet angel

For I have allowed you to see me
Cry way too many times
and left you wondering why
I suppose I knew a long time ago
How much I was not cut out for motherhood
Maybe I just felt having a kid would tie me down
Maybe I have taken that out on you

I’m so, so sorry sweet angel

I am in constant fear of doing wrong by you
I am constantly afraid that my only seed
Won’t be planted deep enough
In the earths soil to with stand the
Kind of storms I’ve fallen over in

You were given the raw deal
Constantly surrounded
with struggle
with sorrow
with fear
with anger

For all the hundreds of times
I’m not good enough for myself
I will never be good enough for you
Yet I know I’m all you really have

And I’ve done wrong by you

And I’m sorry sweet angel

I’m just so sorry