Come and Go

Kids come and go...I stayed for awhile. As long as I could, they were good. You pick the weeds, clean the trash, mow the yard, new kids..so why am I working so hard. I will do my job but not someone elses. I am leaving I say...I hear myself say the words. Shut up ,I think ,but no, not me, never. Everyone turns and looks, I will be at the corner call my caseworker, I will wait . I turned and left, alone again...always alone. Determined to sit on the brick wall till she came...Mrs Dikerson My protector the one who would save me from the wrong doings that were occuring. The nightmares were strong and real. Sometimes they came and went often sometimes I would go months without them. I am not sure when they began. I would awake they would tell me and stare off into space. No words would come when the screams were done. Maybe an hour maybe a day. In the mirror I would look and a handprint would tell the truth. A fine home I left to wait for her who never came.