I remember those days.....

I remember those days

spent terrified; would i eat, be warm

would i live until tomorrow

childhood fears-very real in our house

each days survival a victory

I remember those days

as a teen;homeless

would i eat;be warm

could i survive another moment

could i find a place to hide- where they wouldn't chase me out

could i find an open dumpster

I remember those days

newly on my own; doing well

a real job, a baby girl, a man who loved to hate me

working to feed his addiction, selling my body and soul to feed the baby

too naive to know i deserved better

at least he said he loved me.....before he put the gun to my head

daddy never did

I remember those days

when i was on my own, a little older, a lot wiser

another baby girl.....no one to hurt me any more

except maybe me

i learned how to be a mom from books, and magazines

never really having one myself, i did well

good job, beautiful children, a roof of my own

i remember those days well,

it seems to me no one else does with much clarity

life is comfy now compared to yesteryear

a freezer full of food, heat and air conditioning

cars, and bank accounts

yet all i hear is life is so hard now.

Am i the only one who remembers the past?

or maybe i am alone in having one.