Switching switching

Back and forth,

every 6 months I was at a new door.

Shillington, Exton, Bally, and back,

every move was back-to-back.

One day here, one day there, I never belonged anywhere.

From moms to dads was always a hassle,

dad was moving, mom stayed put.

Living with dad was always chaotic.

From grandparent’s houses, to two room spaces,

from big apartments to small.

We never stayed anywhere for more than 6 months,

I didn’t belong anywhere at all. 

Until we got our house.

New neighbors, new friends, new room, new bed.

A new place to stay, forever I would say.

Waking up early to go to the creek with friends,

always had a way to brighten my day.

Until the news finally came,

Time to go to mom’s,

An hour car ride away…

I’d come back the next weekend and do it again.

Until the news officially came...

we were moving again.

Leaving everyone behind, friends, family, I wanted to hide. 

Packing up the car was a similar move,

U-haul in the driveway?

I'm used to that, too.

Finally, the new place came into sight…

This place? I would say,

this place can fit 4 people,

we have 8!

A year later and we’re still here.

We’ll be here for awhile, 

at Least until we get paid enough.

6 months later, and we’re there no more.

I’m at Mom’s,

i'm here to stay.

Not getting blamed,

not running away.

no more fighting,

no pushing, 

no smacking,

no unkind words, 

but most importantly, no one is hurt.

Moving, moving,

I was everywhere. 

Every 6 months, I was elsewhere, 

but here I am stay,

here with my mom

Not thinking about dad,

and his selfish ways.