Broken Parts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering days gone by when both parents were alive,
feeling loved and cherished just because I was their child.
A sense of security was instilled within me for a while.

Growing up, turmoil being created by my Dad.
Mom being saddened and hurt by his cheating heart.

Sorrowful times all around - it was hard to see my parents
fall out of love and hurt one another the way they did
after that.

Life was never the same again, a hard road to proceed with
a broken part of family being stabbed by an unfaithfulness
of Dad.

Guess he never realized how badly he scarred and hurt us
all, causing fractures that continued into future relation-
ships as we grew up.

Parents don't seem to ever realize that their children see
and feel what's going on, figuring they'll get over it.

Maybe just too into their own grief, that they just don't
see it and the effects it has on their children.

(12: 07 p.m. - 10/30/13)