We was three little children left along
you see
That came from a marriage that was not meant
to be

My daddy's parents would have to raise us they
was told
It didn't really matter that they was starting to
get old

I guess my mother thought since she was going
to be free
She just did not know how to make room in her new life for
us three

As we grew up our mother we hardly ever
seen anyway
So we was glad that our daddy was around almost
every day

When our mother left my little sister was just old enough
to start sitting alone on
the floor
I was the big sister I was in the middle my brother was just
turning four

For our grandparents raising us three childern had
to be rough
There was never much money but living like that made us so
close and to
be tough

Sometimes life may give you a rough road
to ride
But you can over come anything with faith and
pride

Now my grandparents,parents And brother has all been
called away
We never did learn why with us three childern our
mother choose not
to stay

Parents remember if you are thinking about walking
out the door
One day your little childern will grow up and want to
know why you left
and more


copyright by Rita C Burkett
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