VISITATION by me
They run out the door
suitcases in hand.
Silent, I watch
from where I stand.
How can we pull
our children so?
They cannot decide
which way to go.
Such little children
having to face
a life's remnants
of which no trace
is left except
their existence.
Given no choice,
driven by our insistence.
I am here, he is there,
they are between
A life that won't
again be seen.
EAGHL©1975
Posted by EAGHL © 2017
Wow...that really sums it up doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteThere is always sadness even when a divorce is the best option for all concerned.
ReplyDeleteYou totally nailed it.
ReplyDeleteYou succinctly captured the pain and confusion divorce inflicts on the children. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSad, true and all too common.
ReplyDeleteYes. I have been the child of divorce then turned around and did it to my kids. Though I am very glad my parents divorced. Life would have been terrible for all of us if my biological father stayed.
ReplyDeleteA sad poem this week, one to tug the heartstrings. My children were older when I divorced their father, the youngest being already 13 and all of them said "well it's about time"
ReplyDeleteWith love children can survive so much. It was very painful for you, I can tell. We love out little children so much.
ReplyDeleteSad. My niece's stepdaughter goes through that - she never wants to go with her mother. (Her father has had full custody since she was an infant.)
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