I woke early every morning,

Not by choice, but by responsibility,

I had responsibilities, not known to most girls of my age,

Breakfast was necessary, and of course I had to make sure their clothes matched.

Their hair had to be done, and teeth brushed, then load up for school,

When we arrived I would drop the children off,

But instead of leaving I would park, grab my books, and head to school.

You see I wasn't a mom, or even a teenage mom,

I was an older sister out of a divorced home... turned mom,

Divorce.

Does any one person really know the effects it had on me?

None of you knew the responsibilities I had to take on,

All the things you people had your mothers do, I did

Not by choice, but by divorce.

My childhood was ripped from my grasp,

Maybe that's what got me in the end.

I knew I could never be a kid again.

My weekends shot to pieces with"I need to go here."and "I have a game."

Appreciation?

There was none.

The children never ever knew, what I had done for them,

Until I was gone.