Who Cares

At three years old I baby sat

Mom and Dad went out that was that

She was twenty one Dad twenty three

There was a brother a sister and me

Sometimes we ate chicken noodle soup

Dessert was bread with sugar and butter

Glad my Mom did not have another

When I turned seven I was put in a home

Raised by Nuns I never felt so alone

All three of us in a different place

We were placed by age I had an ugly face

I had no hugs or kisses just another case

One day a week I saw my little sister

and once a week my brother came to visit

Once in a while Mom would take us out

But she had to bring us back by night

And my brother cried as Mom held on tight

I was there until I turned eleven

Let me tell it was not heaven

Well I am all grown up now

And sometimes I still cry in the dark

Things like this always leave a mark

So now again I am all alone

All my loved ones passed away

I have never been me since that day

So I think maybe even I passed away

c.crowley 3/26/15