"A Time Of..."

You moved out at such a young age
you come over and visit and I would block the door so you couldn't leave
I didn't know why you never stayed any more
when you would "show-up" I would run over to you, but what did I know at the age of 6
I would throw tantrums when you were suppose to leave
listening to you yell & scream I covered my ears and hide under the table hiding from the noise
I WAS suppose to look up to you, but you were NEVER there more than an hour and a half, maybe once or twice
you couldn't even keep the promise of coming to visit
I expected so much and got so little from you...