I was only seven years old
When I asked you to leave
The decision was bold
At times, hard to believe,
Maybe even a bit naive.
Relieved is what I wanted to feel
Steel is what I wanted my heart to be
But after, all I could do is kneel
Feeling the heart fracture within me,
The outcome, I was unable to foresee.
Beastly was my image for a while
Her needles a better son than I
Familial separation was our style
We both ended the days with a cry,
Watching the calendar pages flip by.
Sigh always followed the mention of her name
Always having hope I'd see her again
Pride is what kept me in this game
Thirteen long years it had been,
Before I picked up the phone and forgave her sin.
She passed away not long after
A feeling I prepared myself to handle
Never had we, nor ever will we share in the laughter
Thanks to the poisonous wick in her candle,
Bearing the regrets of being an emotional vandal.
I still think of her
Especially on days like today
You're not here like I wish you were
To see your Grand-babies play,
"She wishes she could be here, she tried her best." Is what I'll say.
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Such a sad but well written poem. I almost cried. I can relate to the "emotional vandal" part, but nothing like you have experienced. No child should have to endure that. Can I say, I am so glad you found it in your giant heart to forgive her? It speaks volumes about you. And it is so healing. Condolences--Christina
Thank you Christina. I appreciate your comment. It was a surprise visit that my brother and I made. I think she died with a little peace, knowing that we forgave her.
Depressing makes me realize we all have breaks in the family that are eternal
Very true. Thanks for the read..
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