Separated.
January-15th-2002
I look to the sky,
Tears elope from my eyes.
My parents have their last fight until their love truly dies.
I know, that Spending some time away from each other, really means until eternity,
Till death do us part seems to be meaningless now to me.
As the moving truck comes the love has already been removed.
My parents tell me about my home away from home and my new room.
Why is this happening to me? I am only a kid.
Could it be my karma? Something I did?
January-16th-2002
As my mother pulls up, I think about how it use to be,
Days at the beach, picnics, a love that was free,
Yet the wonderful emotion somehow was prone to capture,
A died out sentiment now slow and feeble, no longer filled with rapture.
Now locked up in their hearts, never to be released,
A chance for love to ever once again prevail has now been seised.
The new house was different, totally diverse to the other one,
I wonder if my parents are thinking about me and their other son.
I lye hopelessly, thinking, on my new floor,
Wishing, just wishing that I had a lock on my door,
For this is the closest to peace in weeks that has come within my grasp,
I wonder if I can get used to this, seeing the old life has now passed.
I think about my friends in the same situation, how can I take it like them?
How can I do what I was taught, stand up and be a man?
Every thought that goes through my head generates another tear,
The chance of my parents making up seems the slightest bit near.
January-23rd-2002
I arrive at my dads house, the first time I have seen him in a week,
He has already lost weight, and his face seems bleak.
He forces out a smile, but I can see hes holding back tears in his eyes,
He could never bear; to let his two sons see him cry.
Suddenly, I realise there is still hope,
And I now know that my brother and I can cope.
All of a sudden, everything isnt that bad,
Is there a love thats still there? Is that why he is sad?
Although happy emotions are created in me, the mixed are still there.
Why break up if they love each other? Was it us kids they couldnt bear?
February-15th-2002
The phone rings, its my dad, he wants to pick me up it seems,
We greet each other; but then he asks for my mother, is this a dream?
I call out to her; tell her whats going down,
Hesitant at first, but soon her courage was found.
I hand her the telephone, and slowly walk away,
A smile smothers my face, I wonder, will it once again all be ok?
March-1st -2002
It first seemed as a surprise, dad pulls up at mums place,
He gets out of the car, smile lighting up his face.
I look over to mum; her face is also gleaming,
My prayers have finally been given some real meaning.
They both sit down, coffee mugs in their fingers,
As they converse, I can see a love that still lingers.
Today, 2004
2 years later, I think about that period of my familys life,
The story of how my mum and dad couldnt bear being husband and wife.
But I am happy to say now; my parents are back together,
And ever since, they have been happier than ever.
Although there was fighting, yelling, pain and hurt,
It is extremely evident, how much my parents have learnt.
January-15th-2002
I look to the sky,
Tears elope from my eyes.
My parents have their last fight until their love truly dies.
I know, that Spending some time away from each other, really means until eternity,
Till death do us part seems to be meaningless now to me.
As the moving truck comes the love has already been removed.
My parents tell me about my home away from home and my new room.
Why is this happening to me? I am only a kid.
Could it be my karma? Something I did?
January-16th-2002
As my mother pulls up, I think about how it use to be,
Days at the beach, picnics, a love that was free,
Yet the wonderful emotion somehow was prone to capture,
A died out sentiment now slow and feeble, no longer filled with rapture.
Now locked up in their hearts, never to be released,
A chance for love to ever once again prevail has now been seised.
The new house was different, totally diverse to the other one,
I wonder if my parents are thinking about me and their other son.
I lye hopelessly, thinking, on my new floor,
Wishing, just wishing that I had a lock on my door,
For this is the closest to peace in weeks that has come within my grasp,
I wonder if I can get used to this, seeing the old life has now passed.
I think about my friends in the same situation, how can I take it like them?
How can I do what I was taught, stand up and be a man?
Every thought that goes through my head generates another tear,
The chance of my parents making up seems the slightest bit near.
January-23rd-2002
I arrive at my dads house, the first time I have seen him in a week,
He has already lost weight, and his face seems bleak.
He forces out a smile, but I can see hes holding back tears in his eyes,
He could never bear; to let his two sons see him cry.
Suddenly, I realise there is still hope,
And I now know that my brother and I can cope.
All of a sudden, everything isnt that bad,
Is there a love thats still there? Is that why he is sad?
Although happy emotions are created in me, the mixed are still there.
Why break up if they love each other? Was it us kids they couldnt bear?
February-15th-2002
The phone rings, its my dad, he wants to pick me up it seems,
We greet each other; but then he asks for my mother, is this a dream?
I call out to her; tell her whats going down,
Hesitant at first, but soon her courage was found.
I hand her the telephone, and slowly walk away,
A smile smothers my face, I wonder, will it once again all be ok?
March-1st -2002
It first seemed as a surprise, dad pulls up at mums place,
He gets out of the car, smile lighting up his face.
I look over to mum; her face is also gleaming,
My prayers have finally been given some real meaning.
They both sit down, coffee mugs in their fingers,
As they converse, I can see a love that still lingers.
Today, 2004
2 years later, I think about that period of my familys life,
The story of how my mum and dad couldnt bear being husband and wife.
But I am happy to say now; my parents are back together,
And ever since, they have been happier than ever.
Although there was fighting, yelling, pain and hurt,
It is extremely evident, how much my parents have learnt.
