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Shelter - Charlotte Ann
If You’re All Alone
{Dedicated to Lena Marie Clayton]
If you’re all alone,
if you’re little or grown,
or just hide a small child in your heart.
If you secretly feel
perhaps you’re not real,
and your insides just fall all apart.
If you aren’t good enough
so you play like you’re tough,
while you often daydream you’re the best.
You’re too fat, you’re too thin
you’re too lazy to begin,
and so dumb you would fail your own test!
Then spend time with me
come in and let’s see,
if we can find something to love.
Let’s laugh and let’s cry,
we’ll turn cartwheels and fly
and cherish our Father above.
Four
My earliest memory of my life was at the age of four. I was helping clean house, picking up toys and trash, thinking to myself, I’ve always been four.
I couldn’t remember ever being anything else. What does always
mean to a four year old? When we grow up, we forget things we knew then.
It was around that time, my foster mother informed me that my biological mother had called, complaining to her. I was behaving badly and talking to her very smart-aleck when we would go out together. I offered no explanation to my foster mother. Nor did she press me for any. She knew and understood all too well. I needed more of my mother and I was angry I was getting less and less of her as time went on.
My mother was only seventeen, when I was born. She knew nothing about mothering. I say this because she exerted no control over me, whatsoever. She let me take the lead and I gladly took it. I ran rampant over her and it left her bewildered. She must have felt so frustrated. In looking back at our times together, I wish she had had more experience with children. Then we might have had some chance of staying together.
My foster mother was the exact opposite. She had many years of caring for children. She was forty when I was born. Being from the old school, children were to be seen and not heard. She and I clashed often. If she said no, I said yes. I did not differ with her to cause any ruckus. I sincerely thought I was right and she was wrong. I don’t know why. I did not openly oppose her. I did things my way as much as I could get away with behind her back. That way, I escaped punishment, at least for a while.
I knew all the differences between the two mothers and I loved them both. I did, however, play them against each other. Early on I knew my biological mother was not to be depended on, she was mostly for fun. Because that is what she and I would do, go out and have fun. We would go to the movies or the fair, whatever caught our fancy. But my foster mother was my shelter, my sustenance.
My foster mother would try to get me to talk about how I felt, when my mother would not show up, time and time again. But I would never talk to her about it. I was afraid my feelings were a betrayal against the woman who was always there for me.
My biological mother was called Mama Dot,
my foster mother was called Mama.
I called her mama because her house was full of children, all calling her mama. She had four daughters, and an adopted infant son. She also cared for infants from social services, who had become orphans for one reason or another. They stayed with us until they were adopted. I learned how to care for infants when I was a toddler. There were so many children, so everyone had to help care for them.
I remember one of the children was a little girl, named Martha Ellen. Her mother became ill and died. She stayed with us until she was adopted when she was four years old. She was a year older than I was and we were like sisters. I missed her presence a