Separation
It is the little things that hurt the most.
The memories by unexpected clues
Unbidden roused; the cherished books; the sad,
Abandoned toys; the furniture and clothes
For which there’s no more use; these cause the pangs.
We can endure the absence – if we must –
Of one from whom, once, parting was such pain;
For early love may fade, or it may change
To something altogether new. (At least,
For now, there is no bickering reproach,
No double-meaning talk, no bitter rows).
But how to reconcile yourself to lose
Your child, the hope of all those future years?.
It is the little things that hurt the most.
