Pulled Apart

This morning emotions deep inside rouse up

and came down like a landslide.

I was sending an email to my younger sister

with a song and video about sisters called “I Hope You Dance”

when I remembered we didn’t get to fully grow up together or were even given the chance.

When I was six and a half-years-old my sister was born and then shortly after

apart we were torn.

At the same time I lost my dear stepmother who treated me like her own daughter.

She was there for me since I couldn’t remember.

Her love was sweet and tender.

When she was pregnant with my little sister she used to put my hand on her belly while my sister moved and she smiled at me with a joyful heart and eyes that approved.

She’d tell me “I’ll always love you as my own daughter and you’re going to be a wonderful big sister”

and she would tell me about how much fun we would have together.

I was happy and excited about the arrival of my little sis.

She was soo small and filled with cuteness.

I watched her grow from cradle to high chair.

In awe, I saw her turn into a toddler.

Then suddenly she was gone and my loving stepmother too.

I was confused and heart broken and didn’t know what to do.

I already was enduring one divorce when again through another I was forced.

I didn’t see my little sis again ‘til she was nine and that was only for a very short time.

I rarely saw her after that and this made me feel very sad.

I couldn’t talk to anyone about feeling bad.

When I was 16-years-old my stepmother got in touch with me

and invited me to come stay with them in San Diego.

I begged my mother to let me go.

I was welcomed with open arms and the lost years melted away

as my sister and I again had the chance to play.

After my visit again we were pulled apart because of the miles between us

and I fell into despair.

There was soo much more with them I wanted to share.

Many years later my sister and I got in contact with each other and on occasion were united together.

We’ve stayed in contact ever since but my heart still feels the pain of being pulled apart all those years and at times my eyes fill with tears.

Divorce is an ugly thing that pulls loved ones apart and robs time that will never return.

The sting of its’ demolish will forever burn.