A poem sharing the thoughts and emotions of an adult of divorced parents~ |
I was thirteen years old, so innocent and free. My father and I What a pair we would be. Hanging Christimas lights, Painting houses at his side. Spending time together Next to him I would abide. One spring day things took a turn As my father sat by me. He apologized for his actions In which I had yet to see. He told me of his leaving Reasons why he could not stay. None made any sense to me I had no choice but say okay. One by one he removed his things As tears streamed down my face. I remember asking, "Must you leave?" And saw a look of true disgrace.> I tightly clung to his jammies He'd left on the floor. And asked God "But why?" As he walked out the door. My heart felt a tearing As my face stung in pain. I assessed what was happening And knew I'd nothing to gain. Without looking back The door closed behind him. I gently clutched my sweet sister While our lives looked so grim. Our world suddenly shaken It truly was tough. But we had eachother Somehow, that was enough. 'Til this day we are close My sweet sister and I. But not many days go by That I don't ask, "But why?" |