Whens mummy coming home?

Three years old that’s all I was when she went
Perfect family unit... not even a dent
Would ruin a dad a mum a daughter and a son
The perfect house the perfect car and days out in the sun,

One night I went to bed, mum kissed me goodnight
I woke up the next day the sun was bright
I ran to greet my mum and dad,
When an empty bed and a face on my father that was tear clad

I didn’t understand where mum had gone
So I watched my cartoons I was sure she wouldn’t be long
As the days and night passed me by
I was worried… did she die

A week or two later dad sat me and my brother down
He told us mum had run away completely out of town
I didn’t understand what that it would mean to us all
But 3 months later and we only had a 10 minute call

Over time I realised that mum wasn’t coming home,
And that I wasn’t going to be able to hug her for my own
Times gone by and I moved in with my mum
But I wish we where a family.. I wish we where one