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Last June my parents got divorced. So now
I see my dad on weekends. My best
Friend. My good angel. So anyhow,
He lives with his girlfriend, and I'm his weekend guest.
It works out 'cause I love her and her three
Boys. But my mom says I can't go there
Weekdays 'cause my grades will slip. Really.
But she's got rights, and I don't have a prayer.
Why is it parents have the right to split
When they have kids? Why don't they have to wait?
Why are they so free to choose, while it
Becomes our job to learn to bear our fate?
Right now right through my heart there runs a wall
That I did not erect, as I recall.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.