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Created on: April 16, 2009
Mornings are heavy with burden
especially when he doesn't come home
Finally, he walks in the door
you and the kids are those he ignores
Mommy? Where is daddy going?
Suitcases and car keys jangle in air
The long creeping of emptiness awaits
and bills he ignored remain and left unpaid.
The house, the kids, the car and the pool
no longer glamour of country club drool;
One job not enough, two becomes too many
Courtroom meeting adjourns the separated married.
Claim no fault
Claim incompatible
Irreconcilable rather
and never an adulturous rammer
The little ones left will question over and over
the father they see occasionally and never wonders
Is he being selfish? What could he have done better?
Never cared to explain his disdain was the selfish debtor
Took him to court
Garnished his wages
Kept the house, the car
and the vacation house still in stages
I also found out
he owned land in the Bahamas,
and a timeshare in Puerto Rico
the island full of "damas".
Alimony came in hundreds
Child support in thousands
The bills are paid
the car up to date
Today, my children appreciate
my steadfastness to remain
engulfed in their lives
and solitude by choice in reign
He missed the cheers of a roaring crowd
the applause of medals and awards,
the joys and glorious laughter
the honors and hard earned degrees thereafter
Mommy... thank you for being there
for your lonely nights and eager prayers
to the Lord you weren't sure heard your plea
Thank you, for I am today what you were for me ...
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