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Wrong Mom Wrong Dad
- Posted by: Vernon Brooks
- Created: December 8, 2016
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Wrong Mom Wrong Dad
When mom and dad separated,
I was so, so devastated.
When they decided to divorce,
That pain penetrated my pores.
Was ten years young, their only son,
Such untimely end to my fun!
It wasn’t about me anymore,
They were both heading for the door.
Their life had taken one wrong turn,
I became the least of their concerns.
So on a day like this they called it quits,
And from then on, it’s been a hit or miss.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad made me so sad,
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
My parents used to fight a lot,
I was right there but they forgot.
Forever at each other’s throat,
About to cut it, murder she wrote!
They went from bare hands to weapons.
Didn’t care whose heart they stepped on.
In the kitchen, bedroom, you name it,
In my room they also came with it.
Sometimes I sheltered under the bed,
‘Cause that was easier done than said.
When I could get out from under there,
Splinters caused me to walk with care.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad made me so sad,
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
Hated seeing them living like that,
Wished them the best, a matter of fact.
Being so young, very little I could do,
Caught in the middle of this crazy glue.
All I could do was hope and pray,
That this craziness would go away.
I often encountered sleepless nights,
Not knowing when there’d be sporadic fights.
But I still didn’t want them to split,
They were all I knew, and that was it.
Mom made the first move to leave,
She upped and left all she had achieved.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
(Repeating)
When mom and dad separated,
I was so, so devastated.
When they decided to divorce,
That pain penetrated my pores.
Was ten years young, their only son,
Such untimely end to my fun!
It wasn’t about me anymore,
They were both heading for the door.
Their life had taken one wrong turn,
I became the least of their concerns.
So on a day like this they called it quits,
And from then on, it’s been a hit or miss.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad made me so sad,
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
My parents used to fight a lot,
I was right there but they forgot.
Forever at each other’s throat,
About to cut it, murder she wrote!
They went from bare hands to weapons.
Didn’t care whose heart they stepped on.
In the kitchen, bedroom, you name it,
In my room they also came with it.
Sometimes I sheltered under the bed,
‘Cause that was easier done than said.
When I could get out from under there,
Splinters caused me to walk with care.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad made me so sad,
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
Hated seeing them living like that,
Wished them the best, a matter of fact.
Being so young, very little I could do,
Caught in the middle of this crazy glue.
All I could do was hope and pray,
That this craziness would go away.
I often encountered sleepless nights,
Not knowing when there’d be sporadic fights.
But I still didn’t want them to split,
They were all I knew, and that was it.
Mom made the first move to leave,
She upped and left all she had achieved.
I wish we could choose mom and dad,
By shuffling names out of a bag.
I wish we had things our own way,
To say who should go and who should stay.
That means if I chose the wrong dad,
I could throw back that one in the bag.
Wrong mom, wrong dad hurt me so bad,
Just needed the ones that I never had.
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Author: Vernon Augustus Brooks
E-Mail: brooksvernon@hotmail.com
Tel.: 876-2750959
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