Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
Love Among Hurt - Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
He cried, his tears flowing freely for a love he had lost.
She lay on her bed, and did weep, tears now staining her makeup covered cheeks.
Little boy setting in front of the TV, laughing at the cartoon show, oblivious that his parents had drifted apart.
She wipes away the tears, goes and cleans her face, like nothing ever happened to cause discourse in her heart.
He searched among embers of his burning heart, but she was not to be found.
Little child not knowing what has gone down between them, but then what could he really do? Mommy's little angel, and daddy's too.
She puts her smiling child to bed with his favorite stuffed toy, and whispers in his tiny ears, 'you are my pride and joy.'
He went down to the local bar, and joined in laughter that for him was not there, and tucked deep inside his heart, a love he would never again share.
The little child grew up to be a fine, dashing young man, neither like his mother, or father whom was never to be seen again.
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