He never told me when he left her,
I’d go through a Grandfather’s divorce
The kids remote and distant
all contact scant and forced
My love sits idly waiting
for the phone to ring again
Saying “Papa we want to see you”
but Mommy’s mad at men
My heart left cold and broken
warm wishes unreturned
As two children fight to understand
—a world left dark and burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Eternity's Door
Tonight,
I was ready to die
But death
Wasn’t ready for me
Tonight,
I was ready to die
From the past
And a future unseen
Tonight,
I was ready to die
But the light
Of salvation rechose
Tonight,
I was ready to die
But the door to eternity
—was closed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Slipping Away
The notion of time,
a potion sublime
A bottomless pit,
the physicists fit
Today or tomorrow,
the future or past
As your arms wrap around it
—your hands lose their grasp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The Swinging Door
Cowardice and bravery
Not either-or
But different levels of
Valor and shame
A swinging door
Whose facings change when swung
A foil to confound
The Poets dream
With glory and disdain
Bravery and cowardice
Not zero-sum
—but often look the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
The effects of a divorce can be devastating for everyone involved...
especially the children!
“As two children fight to understand
—a world left dark and burned”
A poignant write!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura.
You’re very welcome!
I've lived through two separate divorces involving my father, mother, and step mother. It's rough, but oh well.
The final stanza brings up memories for me, of when I was six years old. Old times, huh.
A lovely write, Kurt.
Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks Nicholas, it seems like it's always the kids that pay!
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