This time,
There was no yelling,
No screaming,
No shouting.
This time there was no blame
Of any kind,
A simple change of the wind,
That changed my world.
It didn't take a tornado,
Hurracaine or earthquake.
So subtle
The changes were beyond me,
How cruel when your happiness lies in
The hands of others.
But their pain is too much to bear.
Childhood memories of parks,
Licking ice-cream by the swings,
Walks by the beck,
Family photos for the album.
All gone,
Flittering away like glitter
From an opened palm,
The fist closes
The tears drip.
I sit on the porch,
Twelve thousand miles away from a scene of disaster,
I can see a dark house,
Void of cooking smells,
The family cats,
The loving wife.
I can see him slouched on the couch,
Mouth around a bottle of Czech beer,
Some terrilbe Stalin doco on the box.
I see sadness and pain,
Rolling into his beard.
I can't eat
Sleep,
Work,
Knowing that my childhood,
Now,
Seems a lie,
When its beautiful foundations,
Come crashing down.
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