A while ago I was asked to write a poem about parental alienation. The sad notes that came with the email stayed in my mind, so I have written this poem for JB in Canada. I hope it reflects something of what she wanted to say to her Mum and Dad.
I listen and I listen,
I long to hear his voice,
To share my mixed up crazy thoughts –
And discover I’ve a choice.
Choice to be a daughter
Of two people side by side,
Trying to split my feelings
Just tears me up inside.
But Mom says:
‘We’re not at home this evening,
We’re not at home all week,
Just call again some other time,
And then perhaps we’ll speak.’
I’ve heard those words so often,
But for me it’s just the same,
My heart feels crushed like frozen ice –
It fears this lying game.
I’m always on the side-lines,
Watching children in the street,
Their Moms and Dads beside them,
While us? We hardly speak.
It was both of you together
That gave this gift of life,
But the wounds I feel inside me
Are stabbing like a knife.
I’m hoping, oh I’m hoping,
To become your child again,
To be tucked inside familiar hearts
And freed from loss and pain.