I often wonder if anyone would miss me?
Would they even notice I had gone? Probably not at first. Then something would need doing and they would all ask each other…
Where’s that lady gone? The one that gets all our clothes ready for school coz Dad can’t find our school stuff, even when its her only sleep in that week?
Where’s that lady gone that makes the bad dreams go away, that cuddles and sings songs to us in the middle of the night for hours on end regardless of how tired she is, then goes out to work the next day exhausted?
Where’s that lady gone that sits on the sofa crying while we demand more, now, faster?
Where’s that lady gone?
She got taken for granted, you abandoned her when she needed you.
She has gone to look after herself and her broken heart.