twinkle, twinkle little star
how i wonder where you are
coughing again
poor child
short visit with dad
on a cool, rainy day
at the very end
the child started singing
for the first time
just before she took him away
for two more days
what is this strange hell
i've placed myself in
ever since my child left
i've been unable to function
missing my heart so much
unable to be with him
in a meaningful way
wasting my life
while my child grows
without me
filled with so much hate
hurt
hopelessness
capable of anything
thought has it triggers
this song is one of them
divorce
is a deep pain
it affects everyone
friends and relatives alike
another call
another relative
taking to others
about the divorce
defending the indefensible
"he is a big man
he knows how far to bend
he gave it his all
to make it work
there is nothing more
he could do
the kid will grow up
time flies"
father thanks brother
for telling him
he needed to hear to that
then he talked about the mother
and her views about it
while everyone weeps
the child is oblivious
impervious to attachment
simply accepting what is
neither happy or sad
part of the movement of life
not yet trapped in thought
thought has placed us here
to live out its desire
for continuity
through attachment
longing
grief
to escape from all this
to be like the child
thought cannot be used
it is not a tool
there are no tools
