As a little girl
I remember helping the elder people in the building my parents were supers of a thirty two unit building
I was a place when neighbors were friendly to on another
I had a mother who never was a true mother
She went through the motions
But never really wanted the job and kinda leaned on me for that
Once I offered myself like that a a little girl still at the one digit number
Watching my sisters
Putting food on the table
And helping to keep the grounds and building kept
My parents were praised for the building kept well
Oh boy do I remember going through the garbage with my father
screaming and yelling at the tenants disregard the request bottles and cans were not to be in the same garbage
Glass would explode
Explode you think
Yup
We used to burn the trash
And it wasn't fun
Disposable diapers were the newest thing
My mother having my youngest sister for me to raise
She is where I got most my lessons on taking care of a infant
I was held responsible for her
She is now forty six years old
Burning the trash was a heck of a job
After the burning was out of the way
Then the remaining garbage cans were wheeled out
So many memories of having to be responsible
The only time I felt love
Is when I kept up the house
Cooked dinner
And watched over my youngest sister
I am now on my own
And have to do for myself
As far as everyone else is concerned
I can go f myself
I am moving on day after day
With the troubles of my children still trying to harass me
All because I am ignoring them
And was sick at four in the morning
No clue why
Have lost thirty pounds
I wasn't paying attention
Not a good thing
Me