Where did all my toys go?

I had a sock monkey

his name was JoJo

but he is gone, I don't know where

they're all gone

I had toys, once

I saw pictures of me with them

They have disappeared, by magic

Or maybe it's just me who's gone?

Some were sold to buy

Mommy and Daddy new toys

And then Stepmommy and StepDaddy

and their new kids

I didn't have many toys

but they were mine

gifts from Gramas and Grampas

Aunties and Uncles

A Barbie with camper

games of Clue and Life

A long-hair Chrissy doll and

Blythe whose eyes changed color

And books collected and saved

A complete Peanuts set

Sad Eyes and fairy tale

puzzles in cardboard cans

And Disney and Bible LPs 

They didn't get lost 

as things do when one ages

I didn't sell them

or give them away

They were taken almost 

as soon as I got them

well, I wouldn't have a place 

to keep them anyway

Homes and bedrooms being

thin on the ground 

shuffling between parents' houses

them moving every month or so

Why didn't they go along?

These past friends of childhood?

One day they were there, the next, gone

Why did I not ask after them?

I treasure my children's toys

lovingly stored in the basement

because they loved them 

and I love the children

I miss my  old friends now. 

They would be good reminders 

that I actually existed

beyond the few, sad memories

that are so different from what

they said were happy- real

but then, the little girl

would have had to be treasured too

So farewell, JoJo, Chrissy, Blythe

I hope you found happy homes. 

Thank you for being my friends

for awhile, back then.

Love, Marilisa

if i had my way...

whatever doesn't kill you

makes you stronger they say

it also leaves pain and scars

that never go away

we've allowed ourselves to be

conned into accepting injury

inflicted purposely by others

as something fortifying

nix, nyet, BS, WRONG

just excuses from perps

to hurt and hurt unchecked

and expect thanks and praise for the privilege 

if i had my way

we'd grow and mature

from love and care

not hurt and scare

that's what i tried to do

with the littles entrusted to me

not perfect nor even always well

operative word being try

to show up, to keep keeping on

to see, feel remorse, admit, apologize

when things went south

our little home version 

of sacrament of reconciliation

Alaska on my mind

me at 5 moved to Alaska from Michigan 

the big people who were parents 

were very busy they said doing missionary stuff

in which they had to be gone for a long time

so i got to play alone. A lot. 

with Mrs. Hammond the blind Tlingit lady

who made giant totem pole animals 

in tiny seed beads on blankets

i sat under her card table 

and collected the dropped beads

she was too old to play outside

and mommy and daddy were too busy

telling people about the good news

i never saw them much

except sometimes at dinner Mrs. Hammond made

so i roamed the beach collecting baby pink shells

i called them and sometimes abalone 

which i thought sounded like balony

climbing rocks at the base of 

the mountains, my mountains i fancied

and in the woods with my rolltop desk

an old stump with acorns and moss

i imagined were desk type stuff

with the bears and moose

too busy foraging to bother with a little girl

i watched an eagle fly over the bay

and a baby whale letting off steam

i admired a gushy snail who'd left her shell

and tasted the berries that grew in the swamp

that smelled like paradise might smell

happiest and scariest of memories

all live in the Alaska on my memory

being alone too much too young

having the adventures of a lifetime

Alaska on my mind

What a friend we have in Jesus

Heather was my best person friend 

for the time I was with her growing up

God should have been so the songs told me

but He was too confusing

too fair weather

Daddy and Mommy said they were God's voice

preaching the "good news" 

of what I was never sure

the god Mommy and Daddy were always gone 

And what's good about that? 

they said we were we

but we weren't they were they

and i was me, just me

and then they weren't they

they were he and she with new they

they said their new People were gods too

they had to be obeyed too

i thought there were only 3 gods in one person

and that we have a friend in Jesus

but they didn't want to be my friend

i tried, so hard it hurt

to do, to fix, to help, to be for them

but not hard enough for the new god People 

who didn't like me or want to be my friend

any more than the first god People. 

and i guess i got the love part wrong too

My bible said God is love

and He cares like a shepherd for sheep

But the for god People didn't care, weren't there

for me, just their new they

i saw other daddies and mommies who weren't god

who took care of their kids, kept them safe

loved them and liked them mostly

some even liked me

and wanted to be my friend

maybe the god People were love for other sheep

and their good news was only for them?

kids who weren't bad little lambs like me

sheep who were prettier, not fat, ugly 

who didn't get in their way or need things

i don't know how i made the god People mad

i never cried when god Dad left 

or god Mom didn't want to be with me

i tried to smile when god Mom's god Husband laughed at me

i tried to serve god Dad's god Wife as She said

But Gods knows everything and hate sin

maybe the god People saw sin i didn't  

i must not be good in my heart

that's why the god People don't like me

and why they don't want to be my friend

i am glad for Heather friend

A tale of a little vagrant

Life did not give me

what other kids took for granted.

bed, home, care, love 

those they said were for others

not for me

i spent most of my time

alone and lonely, wandering

no mom or dad care

in the street, at age four

anthrax notwithstanding

I pet a bunny with bloody nose

I told mom when I got home

she said he was dead and and I shouldn't have 

then at 5 in the park with the pedo

sounds like a Clue game

just don't use the bathroom, she said

but i did then lied and felt bad

for lying and upsetting mom

6 was at the docks that smelled of fresh coho

playing fisherman in my silly striped pants

jeered by other fishermen

for my twig pole and string

with barnacle bait

All these strange cities

lived in but a short time

they moved more than most people 

went in their attics

Always different places

with unfamiliar faces and new names

but the aloneness for the child

remained the same

and the dangers and risk

with no parent to watch

and confusion

at seeing other kids with theirs

But who cares? She's fine

We have more important things to do

She'll be okay and if she isn't

Oh well, one less mouth to feed