Welcome to Day 7 of the WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! Today our president and founder, Nonnie Jules, presents her work. Enjoy!
by Nonnie Jules
I cry these silent tears for her
For her loss, for her pain, for her heart
Breaking when she looks into their eyes
Her children –
she feels their loss, their pain, their hearts breaking.
The memories –
Yet, there’s no getting away from the reminders of what used to be.
There once was a HE
HE sat, parented, loved, even laughed
Yes, towards all ends there is laughter some say
But his chair is empty now
Just as their hearts
Hollow as the tree he chose.
He left it all there
His back against a world filled with painful memories of a childhood unprotected.
Bottled up in the bottles of poison he consumed
Reckless abandon he gave to it
he could not
was it his choice not?
In the end, the call of the poison was stronger
and he had to answer
he was forced to answer
given no choice but to answer…
was the way he felt.
His choice gave her no choice
A thing for some
It wasn’t her thing
he left her
She’ll be fine
Kids are resilient
They’ll be fine
Time heals all wounds
All clichés but true.
I cry my silent tears for her
For the husband she once knew.
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