His heart broken by her careless

words directed at his pain,

as she left with their son

emptying his pockets,


and tearing his heart.

He beats back the tears;

and the loneliness of 

the silence, of their shared


home pared of his peace.

Mates pat him on the back

where his son rode, on his 

broad shoulders, laughing


and shouting to his mother

who has smothered his hopes

of footie games, rugby and

being with his Dad. A phone is


now how they speak, and share

feeling for the right words,

trying not to break her rules

recalling the reality of a




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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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