Adelaide, Elizabeth, so smart and so kind,
I will love you in another lifetime.
Strawberry blonde girls with their father's blue eyes,
I had hoped they'd be nothing like mine.
We never spoke of your names, I knew he would hate them,
Too often he'd tell me I'd have no say if we had a son.
Reluctantly I stayed but knew what I'd done
Loving a narcissist who cared for no one.
I hoped that you would be nothing like him,
Which is a strange wish to have when you'd hope to have kids.
I wanted you to have his eyes but that was it,
None of his flaws or beliefs or antics.
I will hate it forever;
That big house by the water,
With a basement designated for him, not me or my daughters,
A living room for his friends to sit and spill water,
To speak of their wives and every area where I faltered.
Adelaide, Elizabeth, I'm sorry for what he did,
Not to me but to you and the lives we could've lived.
I loved you and that's why you couldn't be.
How would he treat two more girls after how he treated me?
YOU ARE READING
Sunset Over Pointe Inn
PoesíaLove once stopped me from writing this book, and I hope that whoever is reading this someday finds the kind of love that inspired me to finish it.
