By Charles Robert Lindholm
We were pawns
the little pieces
in a fight
between opponents
Mom and Dad
Stranded in the middle
pulled in both directions
unable to move
afraid to choose
surrounded on a battle line
running through my heart
Pawns
little pieces
in a war
that was never won
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
The Reluctant Poet 
Powerful poetry Charles and the emotion from it hits hard.
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Thanks Davy! Appreciate Your comment. Yes, this was one has been simmering for over — well, let’s just say a very long time.
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Like a good wine Charles, takes time to mature.
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Sounds like You should be doing copy for a wine company, Ha! Thanks for coming by.
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Maybe I am Charles lol 🙂
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Too Funny!
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Ouch! I know only too well how it would feel…
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