Why he left.

November 18, 2008
By Maria Anel, Rockford, MI

As I sit here wondering,
Oh, I wish, I wasn’t thinking about such things,
Of why he left, so suddenly,
He packed his bag and slammed that door
I’ll never forget that horror, full of pain, so pure,
The reason will remain
Silent it has been, through years of wasteful talk,
But now awakening,
Starting to understand,
I see it, it’s out there, foggy yet.
The reason is very still,
Great goodness I will feel, when I know,
I know for real.
It’s here,
Was it me?
I long to find out!
Was it meant to be?
That’s it.
From young to old, it’s been troubling,
Nights and days of tears so grey,
From the age of four I have felt empty
Without this answer
Now I know, I know for real
Was it me?
No, no way, it just wasn’t true love.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my feelings toward my father.

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