| "A Scared Child" This poem is based on things I have seen in children of divorce that I know and in things I have read about the effects of divorce on chldren. I'm still working on the one line. |
| Picture frames were flying, even though it was Father's Day It made me hate you, even as I longed for your affection I remember the sound of your slap hitting mom's face, like a hockey stick claking the ice and leaving me just as cold Like a scared child you followed her around, and looking back I see that's just what you were At the time I didn't understand why you two separated, and I blamed her for it So what if he drinks, I thought; you always make me drink milk So what if he hit you, I thought; he apologized, didn't he? I became your favorite, and I treated mom like you wanted me to You always said I could move in with you, and thus I led the charge against her I never did get to move in with you, though, and she loved me without question She's the one who wouldn't leave me, but she had to lie in the bed you made It makes me hate you, even as I long for your affection |