I Turned Around, to Look for that Child You Used to Be

I turned around, to look for that child you used to be, and, I can’t find her, where did she go, huh?  Where’s that baby girl of mine, who always gets, so very, animated, excited to see me, huh?  Oh right, she’d been DEAD, since her childhood years, my bad!

 I turned around, to look for that child you used to be, and, all I see, was that long winding path of the ashes of the dreams I’d broken and burned down for you, and now, it’d, finally dawned on me that maybe, I didn’t do right by you (uh, ya think???).

what you hoped, you could see

but this was, nonexistent, a mirage…photo from online

I turned around, to look for that child you used to be, where had she gone, I recalled that girl in her younger years, who’d, always, become excited when I get home, the one who gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight, the one whose childhood, I’d, missed out on, because I was, never there.

And now, I longed for her affection, I longed for those, goodnight kisses of hers……………

I turned around, to look for that child I used to be, and you know what I saw?  Nothing, but the ghostly memories of my abuse of childhood, and I’m, already done with that, say???  Over a DOZEN years ago to date, so, take that, why don’t ya!!!