Here No More
Here No More
Peering from
my bedroom window
I see the last bit of life-
The last bit of life
my father left.
He left not by choice,
not by brute force,
but because he was left.
What does an eight-
an eight year old
know about divorce?
“Daddy did something bad.”
“We’re going to Aunt Stacey’s house.”
But mommy
“Don’t go upstairs! If you go upstairs you’re punished.”
“Come on, we’re leaving!”
An eight-
an eight year old knows:
love
sadness
confusion
rage
guilt
But most of all, an eight-
an eight year old knows
when their life, their world
CHANGES
And the only thing
concrete in their life
is what they can see
whenever they want
And for me-
for me
when I looked
outside my window
EVERYDAY I saw the tree-
the tree
my father and I
planted TOGETHER
Copyright © Ashley Plotczyk | Year Posted 2011
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