That man has gone So has the sadness The rain come often now, blotting out the pain I am left alone to make what I can of it Alone Except for this child who has settled himself in my heart & my mind I tried to figure out why the rain was gone Why the emptiness had left my body My man done gone and left me alone Perhaps the fool thought I'd have nothing left Well I had & have my life and this child So it was he, of course, who lost the contest
Reason for writing:
The Self Published Book SONGS TO A MANCHILD is based on my life as a child having & raising a child (15 yr old single parent) in the 60's.
I was a foster child of the 50's at a time when physical & sexual child abuse was ignored & a major secret. I am a survivor, an African American, a woman, a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a grand-ma & weathering the storm!!
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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