Tell me that you weren’t hungry that day. <br />Tell me that’s not what got you to stay. <br />Seven seeds don’t seem like quite enough <br />Reason to leave a mother’s deep love. <br /> <br />I want to believe you had the choice; <br />I was hearing more than my own voice; <br />That you opened the palms of your hands <br />To offer your heart, not meet my demands. <br /> <br />Convince me that you want to be here; <br />It’s not my trick that keeps you so near. <br />You chose me. You love me. This is real. <br />No silly seven seeds sealed the deal. <br /> <br />Miss your mother when the door must shut; <br />Love and hurt when you must leave her, but— <br />Come back wearing our hearts on your sleeve; <br />Yearn to stay here, and I will believe. <br /> <br />No need to say; I know why you go. <br />I won’t block your way, make a big show. <br />Just tell me you weren’t hungry that day. <br />Just tell me I’m the reason you stay.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hades-to-persephone/
