Hoping… – K. B

Hoping..

 
Hoping that my parents
Will love eachother again,
Like when they met.

Daddy got old
And is difficult to
Manage.

They have their moments
But they advertise only
The tough stuff.

A lot of yelling,
And sometimes a kind
Word.

Work is heavy on Mom’s shoulders
But still I have to protect myself
From her unstable moods.

Dad is old but still claims the crown
While I escape his now flawed judgment
Seemingly agreeing with him but making
My own choices…

Here they are… My genitors..

Sucked inside out by the system
That gave them a sour heart
And miscalculations on happiness.

Here we are, a new generation
With new ideas and keen on
Working less and living more.

The passing time is no
Angel, it will take the science
They were given,
The physical steadiness,
I hope it won’t take their
Spirit.

As I write these words,
The same strictness,
Severity and yelling
Will start tomorrow,
Unless the Lord shows
Mercy.

All my hopes are with him,
That a white sheet of peace
May come down on them
While they sleep
So they wake up
Full of dreams
And energy again,
With only kind words
To share…

 
K. B

 

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