Growing Up

I didn't know why I was really born
I had a sad childhood and was always torn
Didn't know my daddy, didn't really know my mother
It was just us three, with my sister and my brother
We stuck together and formed a bond
We were all we had and were very fond
We would defend each other all our life
There was pain and fear and plenty of strife
We were abused and neglected most of the time
Then, you could starve and beat your kids, not a crime
We were passed around to home after home
We never had much to call our own
We had a different daddy once a week
They made us full of fear and awful meek
Some were very nice and some were very mean
Some would beat us constantly, and some would only scream
We all grew up rough and we all knew it
And if they knew about this poem, they would have a fit
Mother couldn't help it, her mind was very weak
All her life she suffered, her life was so bleak
But we survived it all and grew up too
And mother she forgot, and didn't have a clue
I loved her so much, through thick and thin
The angels came and got her, that's why I can pen!

by Donna Nimmo

Comments (10)

'Growing Up' by Donna Nimmo is a wonderfully brave and honest poem, which encapsulates the brutal truth of a dysfunctional childhood of physical and emotional abuses and experiential scaring; requiring confrontation in adulthood, to acquire resolution and hopefully new insights strengths, and a long overdue peace of mind.10+
It's a marvelous poem...I like your courage and strong will to survive. that's what makes this poem stand out; quite worthy of being poem of the day.
Frank expression of a real life story. Sensitive hearts may be grieving. I like it, because, it is some what closer to me too.
I thought my pain i the only pain but the pain here is more than mine..emotional poem lovely
Wow! A totally awesome write! I vicariously lived it with you. Hugs, huge hugs, for that you've been through.
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