Pain, Pain Go Away Poem by Bobbi MillerMoro

A poem about Parental Alienation

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Not sure where to begin today
Real hard time getting words to come my way.
Out of my head is not an easy thing to do.

But, why, why, why this pain?
Why did I have to fly so young away?

Daddy told me, Baby girl don’t be with him,
he’s no good, he’ll bring you down.
But, I thought I knew the way,
…all I know is how to cry and cry…again.

You deserve heaven and earth,
he will bring you sad and hurt.

Daddy… you were so right.

He preyed on me,
as I ran from you …into
The arms of a stranger.

He never cared, but brought hurt and pain.
My only joy I is I had my three babies…way too young,
I see that all now these years too late…

Pain, Pain go away…
Never come to me to stay
As I watch my life speed away
I swallow the pain of how it
was supposed to go.
As I choke back the tears of watching my kids,
Growing tall, and bright.

While they are trying to live with this stranger,
they know him as they’re father.


He fights me everyday
to make sure
I cannot have them stay…with me
He has been the heart of my pain.


I look into my children’s eyes, and see
What he is doing to them, is what he has done to me
And all I have to say, he has made it this way.

I live apart, it breaks my heart,
This is not the way it is supposed to go
I need my babies here with me.

I sit listening to my daughter cry,
feeling helpless as all I can do is try
to give her hope, and silently cry…
that it will not always be this way,
it is not how life is supposed to go…

Pain, Pain go away…
Never come to me to stay
Leave my children alone…


As I watch my son
He’s growing so big
and I see him quietly
disappear inside of himself,
to get away from this strangers ways.


His words pierce
thru my soul …


You cannot go. No, you cannot have them.
She’s no good. No, you cannot try.
No, you cannot fly, this is your life, you have no say…
This is the way your life is going to be this way.

But, I know…
That it’s not true they will be all they want to be..
And you cannot take that.

O stranger boy, who will never be
a man,
You preach
nothing
what you practice,
you are a picture of a hypocrite.

There is not enough retribution
that could come your way to
meet the match of taking away babies
from their mommy.

I did no wrong, just escaped from you…
And I worked hard to
pay my way
with no help from you,
and you still stole them away from me.

Your evil plan worked
and now they are with you, trapped for now...
but not for long…

I can only hope
I can only pray they see the way,
as I teach them how to keep
their head above water.
At least they are here on Earth,
the world is waiting for them to play…

I hope what I have to say and how to be;
helps them get thru the day
in this strangers home, he tries to keep them down.

He will have
his day in time.
It’s funny how it works this way,
It always turns back,
….and it’s on it’s way.


I have found my mountaintop.
And my best revenge is to
teach my kids to fly away…
to go as far and as high as they can…

I release my pain to go away and never, ever come back to stay.

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May 2008
Porter Ranch, Ca