Friday Night…


They sit across the crowed restaurant eyes focused on their meals,

a Friday night tradition.

Trying hard to make a dreadful situation tolerable,

Dad and the kids force a smile to each other.

Every other weekend this is their life,

making the best of a horrible situation.

Conversations were easy, laughter flowed freely, eyes once held a sparkle,

when all lived together.

Now extreme effort to make this arrangement palatable,

everything is strange and foreign.

Scanning the room, there’s another, and a third,

how do I recognize them?

Sadly, I lived it.


1 Comment

  1. July 17, 2012 at 3:52 am

    This touched me, so sad, but so human…..
    Beautiful post!!

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