When I Was Young

Posted: October 24, 2013 by haleykw2015 in HaleyW

When I  was young in the house I sat by the door with Jesse

waiting, everyday, on my dad to come home from work.

He smelled like a strong man and laughed as we grabbed his legs;

Mom ignored us because she was jealous.

When I was young in the house I sat by the kitchen window.

I leaned against it and watched all our cats roam around;

I tried to look at other people and places but I was too far away.

When I was young in the house I slept on my mamaw’s couch.

It was hard to fall asleep but I had to,

there was a new school to attend the next day.

Her bathroom always smelled like aged makeup, and floor cleaner.

I was then tall enough to see myself in mirror.

When I was young in the house I ran off the bus everyday in order to be safe.

I jumped on the porch, with its blue chipping paint falling off as the wind blows.

Mom and mamaw would sometimes wait to see me come in the door.

When I was young in the house I wouldn’t unpack my things.

I never knew what the next day was going to bring;

mom was there less and less.

It was hard to decide where to go until I no longer had a choice.

When I was young in the house I had to make the best of it,

If I didn’t I would cause a problem.

Sometimes it worked out that way, there was always a problem.

It was winter, and I had to move one last time;

the people are cold like the air and hard like the frozen dirt.

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