Broken Home

He kissed her with a plea

Holding her waist to reassure stability

Though they’d lost that long ago

Not returning his embrace

Her hand laid lifeless by her side

Her eyes showing a lost soul

Going through the motions

Wondering when this routine would cease

And though she had the power at its grasp

Many trifles were still in the way

For he had been the father of her child

And to strip her son from what she missed out on, she couldn’t do

But a detrimental family is no environment for a child

One so divided and unloving doesn’t bring anyone happiness