Life Goes On

“Mom where is dad?”
My seven year old voice speaks.
My mom sighs, “I don’t know,
I never know where he is.”
Even at seven I can tell it’s bothering her…
Never seeing her husband, and
Father of her children.

…Years go on…
I am thirteen now,
My father still is not there, much.
I’m at my concert, flute in hand…
I look into the audience,
I see my mom…
…There’s an empty seat…
Where my father should be.
It’s not a surprise to me.

…weeks go by…
“Sniffle, sniffle”
I hear my dad, he’s crying…
“What’s wrong dad?”
I ask in a soft voice.
“You’re mother,
she, she,” he sighs,
“She filed for divorce.”
I burst into tears,

…Months go by…
I look at the calendar,
It says today is November 6th,
The day it’s all finalized.
I can imagine being in the court room.
“Ka-clank” The gavel hits the desk.
It’s over, my life as I know it…
…it’s all over…

…Years go by…
I have finally realized something...
Everything that happened,
It happened for a reason.
Every bit of pain,
Every tear that I cried,
Everytime that I blamed myself...
It made me who I am today...