The Times That I'll Miss

Divorce is such a sad thing,
When children are involved.
It happens due to problems,
Two people can't resolve.

It breaks the little hearts,
Who just can't understand.
They don't see mom and dad,
As just a woman and a man.

The times That I'll miss, 
Are the ones I won't see.
His many special moments,
Became my lost memories.

It's when you lose a child,
You see where you were wrong.
But the knowledge comes late,
because you waited too long.

I seldom said, "I love you."
I rarely showed my pride.
My son will never know,
The things I felt inside.

The times he reached out,
He never found me there.
And now it's too late,
To tell him how I cared.

The times That I'll miss, 
Are the ones I won't see.
His many special moments,
Became my lost memories.

Copyright 1999 By Glenn Smith
(all Right reserved)
Rewritten 2001