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