No More "Goodnight Moon"

An account of my childhood

 

The covered bridge went black in ‘88

And the river rushed the streets and made us all muddy.

By the time I was five

I knew this small town was to be another home.

 

Summers were hot

And when they weren’t

I never noticed.

 

There were Uncles, Aunts, Cousins,

So many faces related to my own

But hardly any with curly blond hair and blue eyes.

Each took me in as if I had been

One of their own, cousins became brothers and sisters,

Aunts and Uncles were the parents that could find time to love.

 

Then a man who I worshipped would come back for me.

Steal me away from the place where I felt safe.

He’d drive me around in his car for an hour

And we listened to music that had been new thirty years ago.

He’d tell me he loved me and that he’d come back for me

In a few hours.

There would be a knock on the door to a different house.

And there would be a whole new and shiny

Set of cousins, an Uncle and an Aunt,

He rarely ever came back for me.

 

But once in awhile the man had to come back

Because the mother who never called to say

Goodnite, had to be missing her only child.

Although when the child returned, there was

No grand hello, and no Goodnight Moon,

Even though I’d been gone for weeks.

 

I hated the town where I had made my homes

Because they were never mine.

And the family I was supposed to keep

Kept walking me up the steps

To someone else's family.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Little Amy Lee]

this is lovely written
love it
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