He cried, his tears flowing freely for a love he had lost. <br />She lay on her bed, and did weep, tears now staining her makeup covered cheeks. <br />Little boy setting in front of the TV, laughing at the cartoon show, oblivious that his parents had drifted apart. <br />She wipes away the tears, goes and cleans her face, like nothing ever happened to cause discourse in her heart. <br />He searched among embers of his burning heart, but she was not to be found. <br />Little child not knowing what has gone down between them, but then what could he really do? Mommy's little angel, and daddy's too. <br />She puts her smiling child to bed with his favorite stuffed toy, and whispers in his tiny ears, 'you are my pride and joy.' <br />He went down to the local bar, and joined in laughter that for him was not there, and tucked deep inside his heart, a love he would never again share. <br />The little child grew up to be a fine, dashing young man, neither like his mother, or father whom was never to be seen again.<br /><br />Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-among-hurt/
