June 1997
No More Questions

She says she can’t remember about him,
Or she says she thinks he’s dead.
I know she thinks she’s protecting me,
But she’s hurting me instead.

She says she doesn’t know where he came from,
She says she doesn’t know where he went.
She said after my birth, his leaving her,
Seemed to be heaven sent.

Maybe he was really horrible,
Maybe she just never saw his other side.
I respect and appreciate her opinion,
But I would really like to decide.

She said we both are much better off
Without someone like him in our life.
I wonder what it is he could’ve done
To be hated so much by his wife.

Sometimes I put the pressure on
To get her to explain,
But then I stop and apologise
Because I can see her pain.

Deep down, I think, I always knew she was right,
But I just wanted to be sure
And sometimes, late at night, I hear my mother cry
So I don’t ask my questions no more.