by Dorothy J Carbone 1985

He was a hard man to know.
I never saw his feelings.
Hugs and kisses, not his style,
no angry words either.
What he felt was deep inside,
since the mothers leaving.
It would have hurt him so,
if tears were part of weeping.
He didn’t see the hurt he caused in trying to be strong.
Holding back he held me not.
I felt the blame for the mothers leaving.
How deep the hurt must have been
deeper then the deeper wishing well
no coins to toss into
wishes I had never been
better than this coldness left by the mothers leaving.
Don't get me wrong I love this man.
I shared the lost, felt his pain.
I only wish his feelings weren’t taken,
with my mothers leaving.