You've seen the huge piles out at the curb.
Have you ever wondered how it got there?
How could somebody just walk away
from everything they own?
Throughout my childhood it happened...
My parents fought.....
one of them would tell us to jump in the car.
We could'nt grab anything
The other one would lose the house
with all its contents.
So we would have to start over...
I still go back to those houses
in my dreams.
I go back there to reclaim my stuff.
My toys are still thrown around my room.
My clothes (and secret writings) are
still in my drawers.
Next time you see the huge pile out at the curb
think about the family.
What could be so messed up
that they just walk away from everything they own?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem