Pried Apart

The eternal summers of childhood

with the lazy buzzing bugs and the day's languid warmth

Are gone forever.

A young child, unheedingly uprooted from his country

and planted into another, in uncertain soil

must now make his crutched way

with token and tepid filial support.

Filial love was plenty, that is no doubt.

But father abusing mother, knocking her about

sparked a quietly glowing anger in his stomach

Love without marriage, don't marry without love.

Now the summers are hot without warmth,

the days are taut without strength,

while the boy whiles away in a restaurant,

while others eat.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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