DR BARNARDOS
As a child I grew up in Dr Barnardos,
A place where my thoughts do dwell.
Away from the turmoil of home life,
The parents who made my life hell.
Denied the love that I pined for,
Cast away like a stone
At the age of eight months, was sent there,
For eleven years I made it my home.
Life was so much happier then
Such good times I can recall.
With so much love and attention
That I received from them, one and all.
At twelve years I returned to my father,
Where I was rejected yet again,
Back to the misery I once left,
Back to the heartache and pain.
But life has moved on since those days,
I now have a child of my own.
Still I sit here with my memories,
Of the place I still call my home.
By
SHEILA FARRER
© Copyright Reserved 2006
As a child I grew up in Dr Barnardos,
A place where my thoughts do dwell.
Away from the turmoil of home life,
The parents who made my life hell.
Denied the love that I pined for,
Cast away like a stone
At the age of eight months, was sent there,
For eleven years I made it my home.
Life was so much happier then
Such good times I can recall.
With so much love and attention
That I received from them, one and all.
At twelve years I returned to my father,
Where I was rejected yet again,
Back to the misery I once left,
Back to the heartache and pain.
But life has moved on since those days,
I now have a child of my own.
Still I sit here with my memories,
Of the place I still call my home.
By
SHEILA FARRER
© Copyright Reserved 2006
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