Splintered

t was another great morning
when I tried to awaken you
for suddenly
out of the stomach grew…..
an ache giving you quite a fright.
Moaning 
groaning 
holding your tummy
you twisted 
pleading 
begging me with teary eyes
to allow you to stay home.
Anger rose within my breast
my teeth grit
this is not first
not even the second
in this impasse.
I yelled.
Well…..
yelling…. 
it was not really yelling
I spoke loudly
harshly
telling you true…..
changes are coming 
you are going to be blue.
As I sit here
thinking
pondering what I have done…..
how I
have become too lenient
so permissive
it pains me to say…..
this mess is of my own making.
As I recall
recollect
words spoken
never to be unsaid
it magnifies
how splintered we are.
January 22/19