~I found this on my phone the other day, I wrote it 10months ago today. Ive been so ill these last few months, no energy to type one out. I hope this 1 will do until I have the energy 4 something new.~

Three years old

Told you are bad,
It’s time to leave

Said from the family
Who paid for me.

Given to a woman
Who when she first saw me
At three days old
Thought, That lil baby,
Is mine.

She thought she was crazy
But she knew in her heart
That I was always hers
From the very start.

So at three years old she came for me
And brought me home
To a new family

No longer yelled at,
fondled nor beaten,
she showed me
I was always afraid to do wrong, least she took away her love.
But I was xaNex wrong.

I got a new father too
Who taught me about cars
And how to fix a floo.

How to slide off a horses  rear
Shoot a bow
And face some fears

How to ride a bike
And fix a transmission
Do new plumbing
In the kitchen.

To top it off I got grandparents too
Who spoiled me rotten
Like they do.

My grandpa collected coins
With me.
Told me stories
And kissed my skinned knee

My grandma taught me how
To draw, make snowball fights
And dance for the gods

She showed me different herbs to use,
The birds, and animals
And to spot a ruse.

Even tho I thought I couldn’t
Be bad
A better life just couldn’t be had
By a little girl who
Needed love
And found a family
Who fit her like a glove