PIECES

3 years old mum walks out of the door
10 years on i'm left crying and slamming down on the floor
I couldn't feel anything anymore
I was numb and broken
Sick of believing and hoping
That one day I might just wake up and for this to be a nightmare
And that I would at least have one happy memory my mum and I share
My mum never braided my hair
Or tucked me up in bed
Waved me off to school or placed a kiss on my head
Instead she just left me at the door to cry
Not a single glace, she never said the word goodbye
Imagine growing up without a mother figure in your life
To talk to when you need advice
For her reassuring words that I will be alright...
My dad was the one left to pick up the broken pieces
He was the one who picked me up of the floor
He never gave up on me and he always did believe
That one day these dreams I have I will achieve
He made me feel so safe and secure
He gave me love and care
I cherish every single memory that we share
He isn't just my dad
But he is my best friend
He was there right from the beginning and will be there up until the end.