To My Girls

Family Destruction Poem by Chris Bunton

Where have you been, little ones?
Stolen away so long ago.

An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,
searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return.

Will they ever come?
Should I go to them?
What will our future be?
What did you do today?
Did you think of me as I thought of you?

When I look at the sad moon before I sleep and wonder.
Do you see the same sights I see?
Are you OK?

The questions and sadness flows and never ends. Why?
For many years I’ve blamed God.
Are you angry at Him?
I hope not. He’s not the one who should be blamed, but I.

Sundays are the worst ones for me to bear. Even today, years after you were taken
from me, I cry.

I’m crying now.

Sunday family fun day no more. Just me.

I miss my girls and care about you. It’s OK if you don’t care about me.
I ask for nothing but your smiles and a hug, that would last…