General Poetry posted September 26, 2024


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Coming Home

by Bill Schott

 
Digging out bodies from rubble,
 
Beirut brought me close to death;
 
calling home at three a.m.
 
I waited with bated breath --
 
but no one answered.
 
 
Reaching home at midday,
 
locked out of my empty home;
 
neighbor brought me my son
 
abandoned and left here alone.
 
 
Calling the neighbor to find you,
 
told that you had two lovers;
 
being abused seemed to suit you
 
just wanted to leave me for others. 
 
 
Divorced you in absentia,
 
kept our son you left behind;
 
dealt with single parenting,
 
while PTSD rattled my mind.
 
 
Now it's forty years later,
 
our son's kids grown and gone,
 
I never hear anyone speak of you,
 
I don't know where you belong. 
 
 



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