A Sad Christmas Morning

Its a painfilled Christmas morning, as I think of my children and the core of what tore us apart. I wish we were together and still sharing the love we had for each other. 

Unbreakable Love

Copyright Sharon Rose Poet

They disguised hate in "help" -

While pretending to be kind.

And my sweet, naive children

Were too unaware and blind.

The hurt inflicted upon them

Is just so indescribably sad.

They had deeply needed their

Trust in the mother they had.

But our love for each other

Still lives on and on and on.

It was far too strong

to ever really be gone.