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Too close to home...

Branches are falling from family trees
rotted because of a cruel disease.
Children lose touch with their family ties
and not necessarily because someone dies.

Mother and fathers just cannot agree ~
the family splits up and ceases to be.
The children love both their father and mother
but usually must choose between one or the other.

Children watch branches fall from the tree
they pray out to God "will it happen to me?".
"I hear my mommy and daddy shout ~
what will happen to me if they can't work it out?

Seldom can parents put the child's interests first
blaming the other for acting the worst.
Tempers flare; it feels great to belittle
but why do we put our dear kids in the middle.

This poem was the hardest of poems to write
for I and my husband went through this fight.
Our children were shuffled from one house to another
two lived with me but not with their brother.

In fact they were separated by hundreds of miles
and I missed out on my oldest son's smiles.
Sometimes I myself cannot understand.
divorce was not something that I hadn't planned.

Year upon year of anger and tears
arguing constantly, battling with fears.
So I made a choice~ that was no way to live
and prayed that my children could some day forgive

me for taking away their security
and breaking a limb off our family tree.
When the bow broke, my children fell
and hit the ground crying when Dad said farewell.

Make sure you think twice before saying I do
for the chances are great of you splitting in two.
As branches are falling from family trees
children are fearful ~ "will the next branch be me".