Friday, April 8, 2011

When A Parent Leaves

My daughter’s tears greet me,
So I decide to be grimly silent,
Rather than probe and see,
What she harbors and doesn’t vent,

Perhaps this time it’s much the same,
With time suspended in her world,
I think she’ll tell me I am to blame,
For all the troubles that were unfurled,

Nothing is spoken as she stares,
While the tension between us builds,
Should I tell her I still care,
And try to break through her tearful shield?

Her teddy bear is tight within her grasp,
As she endures time that slips away,
All the reasons I left are under clasp,
Waiting to be discussed on another day.

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