Separation - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Who suffers most when parents part?
And left to live a life of hurt,
The one who needs them most of all
The one who weeps alone.
For now that child no longer small
Who grew too fast still bears the scars,
Like restless seas that crash upon
The rocks, she never sleeps.
She never knew the joy of love
Nor felt the warmth of caring arms,
Nor heard some words of comfort
In a home that didn't care.
No fairy tales, no lullabies
No goodnights kiss upon her lips,
The door stayed closed, the curtains drawn
Where darkness hid her pain.
Her cries did fall on deafened ears
So cold and cruel her mother's breast,
She wondered why nobody came
But now she knows the truth.
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