Just Wondering Is All

I must have been maybe five or six, When our Dad decided to pull up sticks He left our house, why? I'll never know, 'Twas said to another life he had to go. Looking back on my life, I feel so dumb. All those years I felt no love from Mum. She was left alone to bring us up, Five kids and herself, in a 3 down 3 up. Way back in the fifties it must have been hard, No money about, the loo down the yard, Mum had to work hard, wi' 6 mouths to feed. three lads, two girls and herself, all in need. When I look back over the years, I know see what she had done. I can now see that she worked like a skivvy, Now that could not have been fun. As a wee lad of five, my life in a muddle, All I wanted was a kiss, maybe a cuddle. It may have all happened, and I just forgot. I spent all my life thinking that was my lot. I remember trying so hard to do right, It was never enough, I cried into the night. Maybe I was wrong, I just don't know, Now she is gone, these thoughts will not go. Never invited to family do's, don't know why, Left out of the loop all my life. So now it's just me and our kids, And Frances, my wonderful wife. © Dave Timperley 2014