Years Wasted to Gone
When a toddler of three, he knew not the debris
his Mother bequeathed when leaving him to feel free.
Left with a Father ignorant of his son’s ache,
age three stroked silent need for parental guidance.
Toddler distress confined his child phase with frightened
amid thoughts and feel-storms striking him unworthy.
Traumatic ignorance grew his teen years fear-trimmed
and doubt-tinged as any alliance with sadness
can contrive when answers sought are Father-strangled
and maternal love desired is Mother-trampled.
No Father’s words served him; no Mother’s arms circled him.
Years of tear formed wishes were hope blurred by forlorn.
Through the slow toddler, child and teen years, he held on
until his tears smeared the dreams years wasted to gone.
May 30, 2019
Based on Song: Holding Back the Tears
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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