Scars and Parents

I have a scar on my arm
That I got when I was small
It isn’t very noticeable
You can hardly see it at all

It’s matched by some others
They’re on my back and head
I used to be ashamed of them
But now I’m proud instead

And as I have grown older
I understand much more
I now know why I have them
And what they did it for

I only was a little girl
When first they told my dad
That six or maybe twelve months
Was all the life I’d have

But my parents they fought for me
They hid the truth with fun
They took the strain and suffering
And they bloody won

And all these years when people ask
I always have to say
It wasn’t me that suffered
Because they took that away