'Come back, please, Come back'
I had said. I had screamed. I had begged. I had cried.
They didn't turn back. They didn't come back.
The two people that I thought I could trust.
Left me. Left my brother and I.
They said that they cared.
That they'd always be there.
But then they left me, left us.
I said. I screamed. I begged. I cried.
'Come back, please, Come back'
There I stood, at no older then 3,
watching them leave,
standing in the middle of the street, whispering
'Come back, please, please, Come back'
Even though I had know that this was the last time
that I'd see them, speak to them, hug them
it still hurt more then i ever thought it would.
Once we stopped I knew, my brother and I, both knew
The tear in my Mother's eye...
The look on my Father face...
I stared to cry, cuz at once I knew,
This was the last time.
Though I didn't understand.
I was only 3, my brother 5.
He knew. My brother did,
He understood and he was mad.
Mad at me for crying,
Mad at them for leaving,
And Mad at God for letting them.
Later on, He told me,
that he knew all along
that it was only a matter of time before they did,
and that it wasn't because of me, or him.
To this day I don't know why...
But I do remember it all like yesterday.
I still have dreams,13 years later,
I still have dreams of that day.
I remember...
... My Mother and how she cried,
and those small tears trailing down her face
from soft brown eyes just like mine.
...My Father with all of his promises
and how he broke them all
even the one where he promised to call.
Even after 13 years,
they're still gone.
So tell me,
How do you tell your 3 & 5 year old kids
that you're not coming back for them?
How can you stand to leave?
How could you actually leave?
I'll tell you how...
...they said that they had to leave us...
...they said they'd be back...
...they said they'd still come round...
...they said they'd call...
...Then they got in to their car and left,
Pretending not to listen to their daughter
who ran after them calling
'Come back, please, Come back'
How they did it I'll never know
But All I know now is that they did
And after 13 years, It still hurts...
You poor dear that piece had me crying for missing my own children my oldest daughter Holly Anne died in 1989.her sister Alison now lives on the other side of the continent and I hardly ever get to see her and when I do the temptation to cry out to her 'please stay' is almosrt overwhelming if you ever need a sympathetic ear I will be here for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im sorry... i wish you had a better childhood. stay strong! take care.