Monday, April 14, 2008

Day 13 and ReadWritePoem

The prompt this week was to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. This is a follow-up poem of one I wrote a while back. You can check it out here:
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Morning Smiles

The day enters
my eyes first
then my tummy
tells me it’s time to cry.

But where is mommy?
Why doesn’t she wake up?
My diaper is wet.
I stop crying
and put my thumb
in my mouth
but it isn’t like a bottle.

Now I can hear mom
and dad sleeping
in the bed near my crib.

I cry some more
and finally mom
opens her eyes.
I start smiling
and waving my arms
but she doesn’t pick me up.

Instead she takes
a long shiny sharp
thing and puts it in her
arm. I wait.

She leaves the room
then comes back.
She props the bottle
up for me and goes
back to bed.

I can see her smiling
but not at me.

13 comments:

christine said...

This pulls at my heartstrings. You put yourself into the child's mind well. So sad!
This line is chilling:

I can see her smiling
but not at me.

anthonynorth said...

This is so profound - and sad.

paisley said...

the close on this is chilling.. and i like your take.. there are a lot of battles being fought every day,, that never make the headlines... but that does not diminish the importance of their victims......

reginaclarejane said...

Oh, this was heart-rending...
Well done.

black coffee said...

the truth and simplicity of these lines are what draw me! very well written.

i agree with christine. that line is chilling!

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's very sad...

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's very sad...

gautami tripathy said...

Heavy thoughts for a child..isn't life unfair at times?

ignomorous ignominy

Jan Doble said...

aww...so touching, i just want to pick up that baby and snuggle. thank you for your kind comment.

Leigh Lear said...

how horribly sad, well done.

UL said...

yes, you pulled me in and my heart is still hurting for that little child...the world is unfair, so very unfair.

Greyscale Territory said...

This verges on a kind of insidious horror story.

Beautifully written.

Gemma

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Again, you captured it too well, it is so pathetic that it is true.

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