Poem - Growing Up

Growing Up

 

I wish I could tell you everything I know

To tell you about the good, and the bad.

To learn about what it was like to grow up in a home of one,

When you had 3 other siblings you never saw back then.

Not knowing you had a brother until you were 10.

Hoping, wishing, your little sisters would not be treated badly by your unforgiving father.

 

To see what I saw in that family of both love and hate.

Having supportive grandparents at your side,

But to be alone and feel lost at the same time.

A mother you never really knew until you were old enough to drive.

 

Growing up is hard,

But we did it, didn’t we.

 

By Serena R Pruess

11/1/2015