Abandonment

Their duffle bags

Packed

Always packed

My chest rises on their arrival

And falls on their departure

It aches to think that

I’ve done it, again

To me

To my children

I’ve no plan for this

My few freedoms

in someone else’s hands

My patience wearing thin

Behind my smile

kind words

And a grin

-Saschia

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