Even With Success, I have Not Forgotten.

During an interview about her marvelously successful career as an architect, Belle DeTriev was asked about her abusive father...

 

“I imagine children laughing,

Balloons, Kites in the air.”

Her smile waned.

 

Belle's arms still revealed scars

From decades past-

A daily reminder.

She rubbed them, soothingly.

 

“I suppose there were worse fathers,”

She began.

But then the anger grabbed her teeth

And shook her mouth.

“But he was a terrible, terrible man.”

 

In her expensive dress,

Dignified hair style, jewelry

She appeared as a fine woman of stature

And Affluence.

 

She took a sip from her martini,

Self-consciously.

 

“I guess everywhere there are reminders,

Relics of my childhood.

And I see children playing,

Sometimes my children playing

And I want to be them,” she cried.

 

“There is this happiness

Of youth, I will never know.

And I see all I never had

And nothing can replace that.”