I don’t fit!

by
Rosemea MacPherson


No father, nor a mother to pick me up,
with joy at the airport, with tender love and care,
filling up their refrigerator with jam.
Whatever they thought I would be happy to eat,
if I were to go, I would miss them more.
And feel how much I don’t fit!


Since they have been gone, they left a hole,
that no one can fill, no letter, no phone calls,
no packages filled with me with simple joys,
Yarn for me to knit, some times with something to eat!
I don’t fit!

Family matter how I tried,
I can call, I can complaint, I can write,
I can send you money, I can bribe,
I made you a quilt and I cried
but only lose again, I guess I should
Since, you were never mine.

Now I am keep doing weird things
that can be greater danger.
Writing personal things to complete strangers,
trying to fill the hole that is inside
because you both have left..
Let it lie, let it go, that was a trick, just deceit,
that just shows me more, how much I will never fit.

Nothing will bring back the home
I once knew, where we were all friends,
the years have passed, the hurt becames deeper,
and love a sleeper...
I would rather not see the homeless children in the street,
I would rather not hear the noise of the city
just wondering, why on earth don’t I fit?