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Original Poem by Theresa Kiefer about divorce and separation from her children. |
This isn't how it was supposed to be My children's faces just a memory Empty days stretching ahead of me No, this isn't what I saw at forty Not once, when I dreamed as a teen-aged girl, did I picture my life the way it unfurled. And there's nothing left without you in my world. No, it's not what I dreamed as a girl. Never a chance, now, to tuck you in, or to revel in the magic of a childish grin. And I am as lonely as I've ever been. How I wish I could tuck you in! All your milestones escape me. Am I never to know, the way your eyes dance from your first love's glow? And how late you come home after seeing the show? ..little things every parent should know. No, this isn't how it was supposed to be; never sleeping cause your hand's reaching out to me and so filled with the guilt that I've failed miserably! I'm so hurt that you're not with me! |