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| I always knew the day would come, That you would pack up and leave. This had always been your way, How could I have been so naive? I believed what we had was special, I showed you a life you had never known. All the years you made me cry, for what? To have you leave me and the girls all alone? They tell me that this is for the best, It was bound to happen sooner or later. But you made sure when you left that day, Your obligations couldn't have been greater. The kids still question me, The answers are just not there. I can't explain to them you are a creature of habit, In being such, you don't stay long enough to care. I will overcome this, I have little doubt, You were so wrong to leave us this way. Bills flowing in, and groceries to be bought, Not knowing where to turn, dreading the next day. I cannot fathom the situation I am in, Learning how to survive, independent once more. Two little girls looking to me, We sure can't count on you like before. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, I have heard that one for years. Stronger I am growing everyday, Once I can get beyond the disbelief and tears. Debbie Dodson September 30, 2000 |
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