Mother's Fairytales

 

And on days like this... 

On days like this he would tell his classmates how he no longer believes in her mother's fairytales. 

That there are no monsters under his bed; just silence that even a vacuum can't call home. 

Yes... he's that the kid:

The kid who's father is still looking for a pack of milk next town. 

The one who thinks his mum can't tell him anything, he's man enough now. 

But again... tell him. 

Tell him his mother's tales are not just tales, but a way of playing the role his father should have. 

Tell him his mother is his dad now, shouldn't be so hard to understand. 

Because you don't just put down a roof to build a missing wall; you let the love do it for you. I guess that's one fairytale he ought to be believe in. 

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