Left Over’s

The depth of their love only ran so deep
And through the hard times, it would not keep
The child that they had, could not sleep
He senses something wrong and only weeps

Too young to know yet knew that he did
He knew one was gone because he added
Growing older was sad, for he was shielded
The other kids had Dads and he felt cheated

© 2011 Michael Yost

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html

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50 responses to “Left Over’s

  1. awww that is sad 😦 feels as if he is blaming himself in a way. 😦

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    • Unfortunately most kids do blame themselves. Divorce is harder on the kids that the parents.

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      • I know that for a fact but to quote a friend of mine whose parents were divorced “her life improved once the fights stopped”. There is always 2 sides , some kids bounce back fine enough and others don’t. One has to know their children and seek the help necessary to deal with the decisions, best to raise kids in a resentlment, fight free, anger free zone

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      • I can’t express how happy that makes me feel to know that some parents know how to act responsibly. I also know some families that are far better off as a whole. Unfortunately there are “left over’s” that don’t understand and blame themselves for the situation they’re in and those are the ones I’m writing about. Broken homes hurt everyone.

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  2. tease those sad lovers, with kids suffering, well done.

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  3. What makes this piece even more powerful is your title for it. Divorce is hardest on the kids – but often, parents forget about this and think of only themselves … it is a shame many Moms and Dads cannot remember they are still Moms and Dads … the kids too often become the pawns!

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  4. too often this is oh so true…

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  5. sad and all too authentic

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  6. It’s difficult to write about the painful parts of what life can hold, but when it’s beautifully crafted, as this is, there is yet beauty in hard words. Thanks.

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  7. Awww that is so sad,

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  8. Divorce is hard– a wound that will never heal in all involved.

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  9. I found this very sad too. A very resonant poem, although I’m maybe lucky this is not an experience that’s come close to me yet.

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  10. This is a very impressive piece and although it is sad I enjoyed reading it very much

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  11. Lyric and apt verse for one of life’s all too frequent tragedies.

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  12. so sad, heartbreaking.

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  13. What a sad poem. You described how the child felt well in your piece. I could imagine him 😦

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  14. The beginning of the chain of saddness and guilt for the child “left over”. Always to be worked on by the children…I really felt your poignant poem..

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  15. A sad but all too true story for many individuals. Well done!

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  16. Sad. True. Well done … Thanks, Michael!

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  17. Touching poem Michael. Nicly done!

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  18. Very sad. Your rhymes are reminiscent of nursery rhymes echoing the child’s point of view.

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  19. Made me think how can we unite as mankind when some find it so hard to unite the family. So sad as the child of the world. So sad for the hurting child in a hurting family.

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  20. Beautiful take on a difficult subject. Children do often blame themselves. If they are lucky there is someone around to notice and help…

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    • Too often people are only mindful of themselves. I do believe though when you mentioned luck you nailed the normal outcome. Thanks for the visit and I enjoyed seeing your blog as well.

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  21. That last line is key…envy is at the heart of childhood trauma…we seem to spend all of adulthood trying to recoup what we lost…

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  22. Well I was a child who wished my parents had divorced! I think Life: Between the Lines made a very valid point. Sometimes divorce will bring a sense of peace back to the family. Drunken fathers laid out on the living room floor and screaming fights that woke you up in the night was no way for children to live. It was hell living in that house!

    Great poem, Michael–really got a good dialogue going here.

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    • I did miss the drunken father, but that’s what he was. I am thankful for that part of it. And I agree with you and Between the Lines as well, but some children still bear the brunt of the after math and still deal with those emotions. So I think we are all in agreement for the most part. smiles…

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  23. Good poem. It hit home. It reminded me of how my son came undone when he realized 2-1=1.

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