Okay so the first stanza I've used in a poem before, but I didn't like how that one turned out so take two, guys. This poem is about divorce, and I would like to open with the fact that my parents are happily married and so completely in love with each other it's ridiculous and some points.
But I was talking to this little boy and I have the tendency to listen to kids talk and think, "They're so happy--their problems are so small and they have no idea what's coming." and this boy just stops swinging and asks me, "Do you like it when you get divorced from your family?"
And I said, "Well, I've never been divorced. Do you like it?"
And he said, "No, I miss my papa."
And I just think it's so sad because there's no solution for things like this and there's broken homes more often than not and there's a bunch of little first graders who know what divorced means, even if they don't know how to pronounce it and so I wrote this poem.