The sun is shining
I am crying
Tears glistening
Ears listening
To harsh words
Recriminations
Suitcases packed
He turns his back
We watch
We four
Disbelieving
Father is leaving
I told my friend
Of this sad end
Now neighbors peeping
See mother weeping
She slaps my face
Completes my disgrace
I take the blame
I’m filled with shame
If I’d been a good girl
They would have loved me.
I’m feeling sad today as my brother is going to be offline for a couple of weeks and I won’t be able to chat with him for a while. Maybe it is this sadness combined with the feelings of loss and fear that I experienced last week when my daughter was missing that have brought some old memories to the surface resulting in this poem.
The feelings I express here are those of the child. My mother went on to raise four children without the support of their father.
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7 comments:
What poignant poetry you write. Kudos.
I am so sorry, Cathy. Males who do that have no right to be called "men". His loss: as he can take no pride in the family that blossomed in spite of him, nor in the remarkable woman that you became.
i remember a variation on that scene being played in my own home as a child all too well
Cathy, I hate it when this happens...
You posted this, and of course I had to read all about what you were talking about. And in doing so I find you very talented and entertaining. Jeez, just what I need, another smart, witty, and insightful woman that to me is very worth reading every day..You Rock Girl!!...G
Your mother must be proud, to have raised a lady such as yourself. Your children will also benefit from this, they will receive your strength. It is ok to have bad days, however, I hope the good days outweigh them.
Glad your daughter is homke safe..how old is she?
val- men can be kids were their resposibilities are concerned.
serena joy- thanks, for me it's just a way to let my feeling out.
puerileuwaite- remarkable, I like that.
lime- sadly it is something a lot of people have in common.
g-man- you are too kind.
cazzie- hello and welcome,my youngest is 7 in May. Homke is now a new word in my affectionary.
beautiful and sad.
tc
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