© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake

 

How can you ask me where I’ve been,
When, Mother, Where were you?

 

You scorn, demanding where I’ve been,
I answer, Where were you?

 

Or plead, imploring where I’ve been,
I cry out, Where were you?

 

When once I’d babble where I’d been,
So childlike, Where were you?

 

You cared too little where I’d been,
And late.  Oh where were you?

 

Now I’m condemned for where I’ve been.
Dear God, Mom, where were you?