Where were you when I needed you most?
At work I suppose .
They say I never asked for you though.

Where were you when I took my first steps?
Out on a date perhaps. Reclaiming your wasted youth.
But steps turned to running eventually.

Where were you when I caught the wild rabbit?
Polishing the untouched house likely.
But in truth the joy of the moment would have been lost on you.

Where were you when Gram got sick?
Hating yourself and purging to have control of something.
But couldn’t see my confusion.

Where were you when my real mother died?
Protecting me from truth because it was too much for a child.
Or too much for you?

Where were you when I found my stride?
Claiming the praises for my progress.
And I just paste on a smile.

Where will I be when your body becomes frail?
The story unfolding, too early to tell.
I pray I am strong and I’ll handle it well.