Divorced
DIVORCED
perhaps I was young, unknown
perhaps my presence was a number ,unseen
for they made their decisions ,not thought of
and I missed them so, unnoticed.
perhaps we needed to talk
for I too had a choice, unheard
and when I wonder why, unanswered
yet I miss him without question, he never calls
mother loves me, she works harder
yet I miss those days back then
when they read me a story to sleep
but they are divorced, forgotten.
RENITAH
Copyright © Phionah Renitah | Year Posted 2017
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