I was in the hallway,
I heard it all,
From the cursing and swearing,
To the door slamming.
I knew he had left,
But I went back to bed.
It happened so fast,
It was soon morning.
I thought he might come back,
But when I woke,
There was still no sign.
I ate my breakfast in silence.
She drove me to my grandma’s,
I was with my cousins now,
I almost forgot about it all,
Until she came to get me.
It filled my head again,
Then I thought I might see him.
We arrived home and still no sign,
Then she told me.
I wasn’t sure what it meant,
But I took it like I did.
She explained it all,
I didn’t cry.
She went to court.
They probably argued.
But I wasn’t there,
Maybe I thank God for that.
They both got assigned visitation,
And custody,
I learned I would not live with him,
But with her.
I visit him every Wednesday,
And every other weekend.
At first it was just my brother and I,
Until four years later.
She came from Oskaloosa,
She had two girls,
Who later became our step-sisters.
And she, our step-mom.
She’s not evil like in Cinderella,
But quite the opposite.
She buys us things,
And loves us like we’re her own.
My mom has moved on also,
She now dates a man,
Who cooks great food.
And loves us like we’re his own.
So maybe this is like Cinderella,
And we all live,
In a world,
Happily ever after.
A poem about my parents' divorce.