He never told me when he left her,
I'd go through a Grandfather's divorce
The kids remote and distant
all contact scant and forced
My love sits idly waiting
for the phone to ring again
Saying "Papa we want to see you"
but Mommy's mad at men
My heart left cold and broken
warm wishes unreturned
As two children fight to understand
—a world left dark and burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Divorce is such a hard thing. Some of the people close to me have had to go through this.Nice poem, Kurt. Thanks for posting.