Timmy

I would have taken you in like a puppy,
The last time you came to our door.
Momma said it couldn't be.
I started to shout and stomp the floor.
I was certain your family abused you.
Why else would you keep running away?
I wondered then, and I still do.
Where did you end up that day?
You didn't come back again.
I had hoped to see you some time
To ask if there was some trouble you were in.
Was it why the police had come?
They were looking to take
You back to your family, you know.
I guess you knew what was at stake.
But I still wonder, where did you go?