As she leaves the house, all grows quiet.
My mom, my best and only real friend I know.
Now in her place is that feeling of emptiness.
As the wind whistles and howls about. 
I go to the computer and sit myself down
My mind drifts away. 
Back to memories of the day.
My father left. Everything changed. 
I was set free. Since then, we've been as close as can be
We have fought through thick and thin
Through thick grass and dandelion weeds.
Pulling them out by the gallon loads as the moon is high
and it is midnight.
Through thin money and little in the cupboard.
Against a 300 lb man angry and stubborn.
I wish I was stronger back then, and could have protected her.
Instead, she wound up down the steps as she held on to the one she loved.
Hurt by his choices, and his love for the women on the net, on the phone.
That Christmas he left us alone. 
As they say, history repeats itself...
Christmas of the following year.
Why, even the heavens were made to tear. 
As he walked off to party with family and friends.
And left us alone yet again. 
As the tears poured down her face and to the ground.
There was nothing my sorrow could drown.
Then the sky opened and poured out its sympathy.
The heavens did cry it sure did seem.
Going forward to my surgery...
My sight went down; I had a biopsy.
And before the results were in
He called and told us, we had to move out
He would no longer pay the bill, despite the money my mom gave him.
We moved at an extremely hard time, but my real FATHER made sure 
That we had all that we would need. And though this ride has not been easy.
I know that HE loves us. There is much more to tell. Of fire and flood.
Of enemies within the home.
But this whole time we've not been alone.
Through the mice and the bats and a crazy adopted sibling.
Our character HE was molding.
To make us strong every step of the way.
Even with Ma at work, I know I'm not alone today.

This might be more appropriate in the 'stories' section.

Faith, this is written with a lot of compassion. I wouldn't feel ashamed of it at all. I could feel your pain, and it made me hurt to read about a few of the things you have been through.  My husband's blood father left his mother and him at a young age and committed suicide, and he's always struggled with that feeling of not being wanted and loved by his dad.  His mom, luckily, found a good, strong Christian man who raised him as his own.

As for... well... certain other aspects... I've been in the middle of situations like that... within my blood family, and within my marriage, even (although loosely based).

I'm very glad we have the Father to comfort us, and I'm glad He helped you pull through those tough times.