Painful was the last summer I went through
To bid adieus to my grandsons
And my heart yearned
Will there be another summer
For us to be together again
And I looked at the youngest one
I wondered
Will there be the same closeness
Or forgotten
Distances widening in the heart
The fondness gone
Replaced by indifference
The corner he favored
His hiding place
Cushioned with his childhood quilt
A tight place
To find comfort, and escape
From the reality dogging him
And to forget
What was taking place
A broken home —- a rift through hearts
Taking him away from a loving space
Further away from the love he knew
(Sheen-Nov 2018)
I wrote the above in the summer of 2017, but I posted it today. My son had lost his job, and I knew we would have to move from Houston, further away. It was heartbreaking.
Flowers and Breezes 