22 July 2012
It was just us three
Or including my mum n dad 5 you could say
The years I'd drain out complaints
Moaning 1 brother and 1 sister were a pain
18 years I've lived with them
18 years happy but not content
I always said there was something missing
Now it's been 4 months with with my new brother and sister
I hate to use the word foster
But it's what distinguishes who they are
People around talk as of their not mine
As if their not ours
And deep down I know their not
But will not accept them any other way
It's too late
They make each day of mine brighter
They've filled the missing piece
The puzzle Is complete
They're smiles make me content
They're laughs are what make me hurry home
When they softly sleep i could go hours peacefully watching them
Now I know their not mine
But when attachment takes over the truth
There's no turning back
I do not permit myself to think the day they leave
And if and when that day comes
My world will become incomplete
Where nothing or no one will be able to replace that missing puzzle piece
And for a very long time I'll live happily with echoing memories within an incomplete picture
Praying and hoping they remember who I am
Praying and hoping they're doing just fine
Praying and hoping they still know that theyre mine <3
Attached To What Is Not Mine • Opuss № I