A Father's Pain...Divorce Poem by Daniel Beaird

Chest ripped open
The pain does not subside
Small hands small feet never to be felt
Never to breathe in the warmth and laughter
My God how can I live with this pain
Always there ever present waiting...waiting
To never feel whole, the loss of interaction
To die a thousand deaths to rid the pain
Absolute joy when I am with
Terminal sadness when apart
Asphyxiated without them
Coughing, choking, dying without them
Pray for sleep, drown out the pain
But smile, here they come again...