Love from my parents was a blessing
when you hugged each other that was so pleasing
Now you keep fighting, something must be missing
Dad comes home late and starts yelling
Mom responds him louder screaming and repelling
I and my brother seeks refuge in the corner
He keeps grasping me, out of terror
They reach near me fighting, it is a horror
I want to stop, can hardly mumble
Before I utter I start to tremble
After an hour of tiring fight
They depart to their rooms left and right
I on my back, carry my brother
Sneak into a room away from father
Console my brother that everything is alright
In horror, I spend all my night
Haunted by dread and the fright
I know I have the full right
To question them about their fight
But timid I stand with no might
It was on Monday after school
When I reached home, a house was full
Of people both clever and fool
Clever ones spoke quoting the rules
Fools prattled in the middle with no clues
I rushed towards mom after all of them left
I hugged her tight by her waist
She stood shaky and dingily dressed
She started weeping, got emotionally pressed
Dad walked out without slightest guilt, sympathy nor distress
I was clueless and lost but it was fine
It was beyond the understanding of a girl who was just nine
I pulled my mother towards the couch
With a chaotic face, my brother approached
Sat with frugal face listening to my mom grouch
~ Deepak Raj Chetri
Bhutan
Very well expressed and quite emotional….nice ink! You are really a great writer….
It’s true the worst victims of a divorce are the children. The trauma that kids go through at such a time ( parent’s divorce) is immeasurable. It has been expressed very well in the poem.