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The Day Mommy Left

My parents got divorced and I lived with my mom      
I adored her sweet and kind personality    
   
when I was three      
she slipped away from the playground    
while I was stuck in the middle of the monkey-bars    
the ground seemed so impossibly far away    
I screamed at the child below    
to go and get my mommy    
but she never came    
   
      
she'd left me alone    
and went to the hospital where she was committed    
'cos she was a schizophrenic    
   
I'd hung on them monkey-bars    
for what seemed like many hours    
then finally dropped onto the hard ground    
bruising my little arms and legs    
   
Ran back to my home, shaken and hungry    
mommy wasn't there    
I'd been used to being left alone    
and tried to make myself cinnamon toast    
but I couldn't read all that well    
and everything looked alike    
I remember taking a big bite out of pepper    
and spitting it out in disgust    
jumped down from the counter    
then went back outside to play    
   
That night, I went back home to darkness    
the electricity had been cut off    
so I went to the bed me and mommy shared    
and curled up into a ball    
holding my teddy bear tight    
   
For three days and three nights    
I stayed on my own, until on the third night    
the front door was thrown open    
and bright lights were shone upon me    
a three year old girl, pressed tight up against the wall    
trembling    
   
I remember they took me away from my home    
and when I woke up, a nice woman, a social worker    
let me pick out a stuffed animal    
and told me I was going to a nice home    
I was so afraid, and she was so nice    
I begged her to take me back home with her    
promised her I'd be a good girl    
   
she told me that she couldn't    
so, on shaking legs, I entered foster care    
a good christian home    
that had no patience for the foul mouth    
I'd picked up from my older brothers    
who'd been picked up from school    
three days before    
   
I remember the taste of the strawberry quick milk    
mixed with the tang of soap    
they used to wash my mouth out with    
and having my nose rubbed in the bed I'd wet    
like I was some sort of animal    
needing to be house broke    
   
Then most of all, I remember the day    
when the social worker came    
and told me I was going to live with my dad    
   
I remember asking over and over    
"are you sure it's him ..R J****?!"    
terribly afraid that when I got there    
it'd be some stranger    
   
and I remember, oh! I remember the pure joy    
when I saw my dad, bending on one knee    
with his arms outstretched , smiling    
and me, running into them    
   
turned out, that dad had been searching for me    
because when he asked my mom    
she thought I was dead    
so, he searched all the morgues    
and still couldn't find me    
   
but when he did    
   
he held me in his arms    
   
and never let go.    
   
 
   
Thank you so much Eamon for editing this for me :)
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 14th Aug 2016
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