Big brown eyes on olive skin
Tiny fingers clutching mummy in
We met some thirteen years ago
From shallow acquaintance
We traverse pristine moments
Ethereal transience
Innocent and in love
We dreamt and divined
Of beautiful children
Your blood and mine
She’s an ethnic alien
Unfit for our son, the doctor
Leave her, forget her
And all frivolity will peter
To London, you left
For Melbourne, I packed
Luggage of dejection and despair
This, an irreversible fact
As little lad now snuggles up bosom of mummy
It matters not she is not me
’tis a scenario which touches any heart,… your poem says it all.. with such feeling..xx
One of the stories of my life….Thank you, Pen, for feeling it with me.
dreams destroyed by foolish tradition, a reckoning over time, and a redemption through character. tender and strong.
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Oh this is so poignant, so sad. It breaks my heart.
Yes Mary. This is one of the more poignant stories of my life. Thank you for feeling it with me.
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