Dear DiaryA Poem by Anuradha VermaA poem about divorce form the child's perspective.
"Dear diary,"
She writes, "They think I can't hear. But don't they know? The walls are paper thin; their voices are remarkably clear." "Dear diary," She writes, "There are words I'm not supposed to say, screaming and crashing too. Goodnight, I think I'll sleep now, maybe tomorrow will be a better day." "Dear diary," She writes, "Today Mummy was crying, when I asked her of last night. Listen! The screaming is back, with sounds of our best china sent flying." "Dear diary," She writes, "I can't understand why they are so upset. Do you think it's me? Oh dear, I think I'm gonna cry." "Dear diary," She writes, "Maybe it's cause I didn't finish my peas, or cause I wanted a new pet, or cause I ate too many candies, and forgot my 'thank you's and 'please'." "Dear diary," She writes, "They came to talk to me. They're getting a 'divorce'. I don't know what that is, but it sounds pretty scary." "Dear diary," She writes, "It means they don't love each other anymore; I checked the big book of words. Papa is moving out today, Mummy won't see him till the door." "Dear diary," She writes, "Mummy's sad, but she didn't ask papa to stay; the house seems so empty now, and none of my toys are any fun, now that Papa isn't here to play." "Dear diary," She writes, "They say they'll always love me, but it would be okay, it would be okay, if they loved me a little less, and loved each other instead."
© 2014 Anuradha VermaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnuradha VermaMumbai, IndiaAboutAn amateur poet since 2002, professional copywriter since 2020. Welcome to my corner of the internet, hope you enjoy your stay! more..Writing
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