These verses were dedicated to the three year old boy whose father punished me by applying and winning custody. He kept my house, furniture, the car basically everything, making me homeless and spiralling to a difficult time. The boy became a man and our relationship died. He sees his step-mother as a parent. My ex was having an affair with her well before we divorced. She inherited my son, my home and car. Life sucks...
The Lost Years?
The ruffled blonde hair,
Penetrating brown eyes,
The strained smile as the camera
Captures your innocence?
Unspoken thoughts,
Painful memories exist?
The chasm that existed between us
Worlds apart, worlds away....
I see a stranger, a school child
Looking for answers,
Searching for the truth,
Lost and alone, abandoned.
I feel your pain, your torment,
I understand your silence.
A bonding of love, stretched
And separated, broken.
That chasm still exists between us,
Still worlds apart, burdened with guilt,
Suffering life's unspoken thoughts
Of pain and loss and misery. From "Moods" January 2005.
Copyright 2026. the author is Carol Naylor.
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