Friday, January 30, 2009

a poem

The Family
She tends the home
and three
Time passes by
quickly
He works all hours
God sends
No time for her
or them
Slowly they drift
apart
Gone the affairs
of the heart
Now it’s just her
and three
No more do him
they see
The end

3 comments:

  1. often,,, too often,, the case...

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  2. I know many in this situation. It's very sad. So poignantly told.

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