Anthony E. Briguglio
Remembering My Childhood
I remember my childhood everyday I'm alive
the absentee of my parents, on my own to survive.
I remember only being nine and taking care of myself
I stole from the store, took food from the shelf.
I remember my clothes never mine and torn
I started to feel I should not have been born.
I ate a decent meal only once a week
I never had a dad to kiss on the cheek.