Separation: A Father’s Lament

Ever heard the catch cry? Of men fathers in agony? Wrenching bitter torn heart felt why? Seems to echo to cut depths eternity! “She has taken my sons from me! ” “And I will forsaken never forgive her! ” She has taken my blood bonded sons spitefully. Hate cries shalt never forgive is hurt vindictive stupidity. Yet instantaneous moderation is fruit of seasoned good will maturity. Wisdom’s decree is peace forged retained in harmonious perpetuity. I will not fight this division war. I will not settle irreconcilable score. I will walk forlorn quietly away. Although my sons for now must stay. My sons will not know where I am today. My sons will not know where I am tomorrow. For I have left in deepest gloomy sorrow. A new Heart and Life I cannot swiftly borrow. Copyright © Terence George Craddock