ReflectionA Poem by Barbara Walker
My father physically left me, when I was nine, but it was the psychological blow, that left me, in many ways, not quite whole.
I could have visitation with the physical Dad, but when I saw that Dad, the emotional closeness, the family connection, was nowhere to be had.
It just disappeared, vanished, it was entirely gone and minutely, hourly, a confused little girl, wondered, what she has done so wrong.
It had to be really wrong, for a punishment , such as this- the emotional closeness, the love and trust with Pop, to feel so dismissed!
Now, on reflection of that little girl, all that she can feel and see, is confusion, within the heart, never having been resolved and the outcome is me. © 2010 Barbara WalkerReviews
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5 Reviews Added on July 16, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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