Sitting at the kitchen table,
Where as a family we used to eat;
Feeling strangely uneasy,
As I stare at the empty seats.
Seat that once held my family,
Now seem vacant and cold;
It seems to me divorce is unfair,
As you watch yourself grow old.
I never thought these things would happen,
Not in my wildest dreams;
For now I find myself alone,
So unfair to me it seems.
For now I sit alone and wonder,
What more do I have to give?
Bitterness and resentment,
Now fill the life I live.
Will this new life be much different?
Surely I hope so;
I want again my heart to share,
A love again to know!
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