Is it her or me he wants to see

Is it me or her he wants to see

I have her eyes. I have her smile. Daddy tells me I’m what makes his life worth living. I don’t remember a single thing about this angel that was my mom. He tells me she gave him wings. She sings to me. I hear her voice in the light as I run fast past the many trees. She says “be careful you’re all he has left.” Luna was my name given. Luna light of the daughter of the moon. My mother was her daughter. As am I. Only I’ll have my sweet time. I love this. This all time high. As I run, jump, leap, hunt. I fall in love every night over and over again. That song. It’s name is hers. Timber’s light. My father begins to sing it on this starlit night. No moon to be found. His heart must ache. For I see him singing on the way to her place. I’ve learned this song so long ago it becomes routine. It’s implanted in my heart but the feeling I once had is gone. As hard as I try all I feel is nothing. Mother! Come to me help me. I want to say but I can’t because the truth is I have become self reliant. I wonder sometimes why was I kept secret. Was my mother ashamed of me?! No, she told me that night she sang to m. she sang with no words. She loved me she said. she said it with her eyes. Those eyes, those eyes that are mine. Steel gray. My father looks into them just to catch a glimpse. It aggregates me. Is I me or her that he really wishes to see. Dad wake up. She’s gone. I want to scream. I can’t though this hand holds my voice. My mother. Sometimes she gives me no choice. Being who she was. She holds her power over me. I try and run. Run away from this invisible past. I’ll never be her. I can’t be. Why can’t my father see the person underneath this fur. So weak. He is. Ever since she left and gave him her song. It’s me that now leads “his pack”. I can’t call it mine for as far as the others are considered. I’m just a spot on his back. I love my father. He’s not the one who could carry me if I fell. He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t stand to see me fail. I would have to stand up for myself. I can’t cry. Not anymore not that I’m home. Dad I love you but you have got to realize that I’m not her. Please understand that I can’t stand to see you like this. I don’t want to leave you. Even if I did you would only see her not me.