I rattled on, explaining every detail,
rewording and rephrasing the message,
thinking it was so she understood, but
When I was done, I realized it
was what I needed: to talk it through;
to see the truth for what it was.
01 Saturday Aug 2015
Posted Life, Philosophy
inI rattled on, explaining every detail,
rewording and rephrasing the message,
thinking it was so she understood, but
When I was done, I realized it
was what I needed: to talk it through;
to see the truth for what it was.
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Tags
child, children, conflict, custody, divorce, games, London Bridges, poems, Poetry, tug of war
My heart breaks as
another child is caught
between struggling parents,
the bridge that was to
hold them together forever, yet
“London Bridge is Falling Down.”
With each episodic scene,
arms close on either side of
her, closing off one side or t’other.
“My fair lady,” says the rhyme.
Hardly, says me.
Tossed back and forth between
clutching arms, the victimized child
struggles to escape the game,
only to discover the rules have changed…
tug-of-war is now the game, a game
where rarely anyone escapes unharmed.