Brendan waits…
for in silence he sees,
but still cannot comprehend
the vast changes in his world,
or the distance from that place of security
he once knew.
A singular spirit born of joy and steeped in curiosity
now wraps itself in stillness,
and holds on with a quiet desperation.
Big eyes echo a smile, once freely shared
but now deeply bound within his stained
and shattered heart.
~Echoes are but memories and cannot erase pain,
nor explain sadness~
Brendan hates…
selfishness most of all.
No words exist to help a small boy understand
those who are supposed to love him most,
but ignore his feelings for their own sake.
In confusion and sadness he wanders,
seeking absolution for a faultless crime.
But the guilty know their names:
A mother who fails all charges
and neither knows, nor cares.
A father who works too often,
plays too little, and hides too much.
All those he loves who fail him!
~They reach for the stars, but could have had the Sun~
Brendan creates…
what he needs to survive.
He carries with him a house of cards
and builds to suit a need without fear,
his house having long since crashed down.
The love he calls "sister" sits and watches
and claps at all the right times,
so Brendan builds for her too.
He builds for their love.
And for that, which in time,
they will both forget.
~The first house to fall is the first one forgotten~
Brendan waits for life to be fair.
Unbroken, unheard, and unaware.
And though his heart is full of care
Inside despair
Brendan waits…
An ode to my son Brendan who is a sweet and wise soul at the age of seven. I did take some poetic licence here and assume some things he is feeling, but divorce is never easy on a child. I hope in years to come he will read this and understand.
