You used to

You used to begin the day by hugging me. It just had to be me.
Your eyes used to light up when you would see me after I had disappeared for a couple of hours
You used to come running after me wanting me to hug you and hold you after I had scolded you or given you a small spank
You used to cling to me when you wanted to sleep
You used to hug me tight whenever you were tired
How much ever I screamed at you or scolded you, I was still your favourite
You used to hate it if somebody else other than me hugged you at night.
You used to love playing with me.
You used to be a perfect mama’s boy.
You used to run to me for everything you wanted
You used to say ‘mama’ a thousand times a day
You used to be mine. Exclusively.

You used to ‘love’ me.
Why do I get the feeling that you don’t now?

Do you see me as the evil mother who leaves you with other people and walks away without a backward glance?