Wed, 07/30/2014 - 04:35 -- bdnunez


Looking into his eyes I see the pain

Watching him move forward I see the weight of his burdens 

Listening to his voice I hear the muffled tears

There is only so much that these hand can mend.


Every day we ask ourselves, how long will dad continue to live this way?

Wonder how long will he stay sober this time.

And what will be made of mom?

How long will he be safe under her supervisor?


Peering into his eyes I see the longing 

Watching his movements I see the struggle to make peace

Listening to his voice I hear the yearning to be a grown man

There is so much more I wish I could do.


Every day we struggle to understand the true meaning of love

We wonder why did we have to become the adults at such a young age?

Now we will always question the loyalty of everyone around us

Fighting became our way of life.


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