My grandfather was orphaned
While in utero
His father committed suicide
Before he was born
His mother gave him,
Along with his siblings
To the state
When he was 18 he joined the Navy
And never looked back
I wish I could have known him
He held me once
When I was six months old
He was 41 when he died
I am told I’m a lot like him
Our neighbor’s husband is moving to Florida
They have a young son and daughter together
And both are now stuck with abandonment’s scar for life
I hope he enjoys his new life
And that he eventually realizes his flesh
Is worthless
It infuriates me to know there are people in this world
So void they rip holes where hearts beat
Hearts held in place by tiny frames
And little feet with little hands
Please little ones, understand you are not their void.
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Life speaks all the time
And I wonder why all the
Time I hear these words too
Too much information to reinforce
That life can truly suck when its wants
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There is also much greatness. I see it every day. I’m just not one to write about flowers too often.
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Right on
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We need more voices of lament – more fathers who grieve after the fathers who abandon. My heart breaks over this too. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for the comment. I hope your day treats you well.
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I really like this for its honesty and realism
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thank you
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OHHHH, I so can relate to this poem, thanks for sharing
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This one was a bit difficult to share. Especially with my father. Thank you for the comment
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I am adopted. I am estranged from my family that adopted me, for 21 years now. Heartache is part of my course in life, I guess. But you have to keep on moving, keep on going till you can’t no more, regardless of your circumstances.
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I completely agree. I think we view life similarly. And hope is among my favorite words.
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😉
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