I missed out on having a childhood <br />went from a little girl to womanhood. <br />I think the way my parents raised their children <br />was only the best of what they're parents could. <br /> <br />I always felt like their Cinderella <br />always cleaning, ironing and straightening up it seemed. <br />Taking care of my little sisters and brother <br />never spending time to be just that child which I need. <br /> <br />I always felt that I had missed out on something <br />and searched for that missing link throughout my life. <br />Been married too many times to speak of <br />been a mother to two sons and a loving wife. <br /> <br />I always promised myself not to repeat <br />what and how I had been raised. <br />But to give my sons all of my love <br />with Respect and Love and Praise. <br /> <br />To allow them to be a child <br />the best child that they could be. <br />And always keep myself in check <br />remembering that missing part of that child in me.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-missed-childhood/
