childhood by Emily Davidsonwhen we are children
we don't realize the ways
that our childhood
is going to
screw us up
in the long run
i was six years old and it was
my parent's anniversary and
my father
well he
left
that day
but so what?
now i had two houses
two bedrooms
twice the birthday presents
and he re-married;
my mother, she mostly cried
but eventually
re-married too, about the same time
that my father left the newer woman
and following that my mother left
the newer man
but so what?
it was their business, not mine
i knew they still loved me
so my father found a new candidate
this one glamorous, young, with a baby
and my mother fled about 700 miles from
what i called home, in search of a new life
but so what?
i wanted them both to find happiness
in whatever way necessary
but now i look at myself
on my own, no place to call home
grasping desperately at the one thing
i have
(the love of my life)
even though my constant pulling
is only weighing him down 11/25/2008 Posted on 11/26/2008 Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
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