The Best Days of My Life - Growing Pains But No Pain Now

When I was young it was not much fun As I never lived with my Mum My Dad I never knew either I think he lived in the ether He was certainly never on my radar All my young life I spent searching For that mother and son nurturing It however was not to be, at least not for me My personal journey was like this From the home where I was born They used to call them Mother and Baby Homes Which were run by nasty nuns One of these was my place of birth, but they were places of hurt For all those other young mums to be, and all those other babies still to be That was the only place where I lived with my Mum Because at just 6 weeks old it was all done I was then sent to another home Where no one knew and came to see me Apart occasionally my real Mum As she alone knew where to come She for whatever reason could not keep me She never even told her own family What a way to carry on Never to say she had a son, or to tell her own Mum, that you have a Grandson So, as I got older I got bolder I broke out when I was in my teens As I needed to leave my foster family I just could not ever forgive Everything they had did I then thereafter went into care And not long after I was there, I started to then smell fresh air No more hurting physically No more wondering when I might eat My own bed and three meals a day So many people that cared and shared, who listened and wanted you there So, my life in social care, was The Best Time of My Life Until I myself became a Dad As you just can’t top that! DAMO