Why Weren'T You There For Me?

There are questions that I never asked, but now I need to know. Like, why you never held me close, or, why I had to go. You sent me off to live with folks that I had never known. I did not even know where you were. I felt so all alone. I lived with those who made me, call them Dad and Mom. I knew this wasn't "for real". I knew this wasn't home. I never got a letter from you. The mail was checked each day. A little heart was broken. How could you be that way? Then suddenly I was told, I had to go back home. I had hope in my heart. I'd no longer be alone. With butterflies in my heart, alone, I boarded the plane. And when my feet were back on the ground, I heard someone call my name. But when I turned around, with teardrops in my eyes, I knew things weren't any better. I had to face more lies. Again, you were to busy to take time to see me. You sent my older brother. Your face I did not see. Once again, you didn't care, to take time out for me. You were off on vacation, somewhere. With me you needed to be. Well, that was just the beginning, of my new life with Mom and Dad. The life I had before this really wasn't all that bad. Now I wished I could go back to someone who really cared. To those other two people whose life with me they shared. Copyright: November 26, 2005