Who can endure, from day to day,
the spectacle of an unveiled human heart
with all its vanities, and all its weaknesses,
desires, pain and regrets; the pain
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fifteen years of heavy child support, and frequent visits to Chuck E. Cheese and Putt-Putt Golf, and a few years of having my youngster overnight with me and me and my second wife, and finally her graduation from Duke and then Syracuse School of Medicine, and her moving to Pittsburgh and getting married and working and having her first baby (i've visited the tyke when it was not quite a year old; that was 3 years ago) , and NOW...... (to be continued) ....
it's sad IF that's the way you feel, but it is what it is. i told my daughter, when she was less than 10 years old, that i never wanted to have children. by that time her mom had divorced me and i was out of the household, but not out of my daughter's life. but we were not bosom buddies and we had our separate lives, mine with work and a new wife, and hers with school, her mom, scouts, gymnastics, dance, etc. (to be continued) .....
now she rarely contacts me and i think it is strange how little effort she puts into communicating, BUT I LIKE IT. it's what i want. and it gives her a little more time for her own (adult) life. we say i love you, and i think we both mean it. Lynn, your poem to MyPoemList. bri :)