It would have been nice to have my dad
When I was growing up
But some things are not meant to be
I was like some discarded pup

Mother didn’t want him
Althought I wasn’t asked
She didn’t want me either
Her emotions were always masked

Then at the age of 77
She decided to disown me
I think she must have cracked
She dosn’t even know me

I wish I could have known you
all those years ago
but now it’s too late
You couldn’t watch me grow

You have also disowned me
But not in the same way
You have been taken away now
I don’t know where you lay?

This poem was written/submitted by karen westmacott.