Sadly, this is a true story about people I know. If you've read the two poems I wrote about a baby, here and here, you'll recognize the character in this poem as the mother of the boy who fathered the baby.
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Marijuana was her child,
Obscuring her duties to her children.
Thinking only of herself, she left them with their father.
He tried his best to be both parents.
Eventually, the boys became drug addicts.
Rivers of neglect never stop flowing.
?She hangs her head, now, shoulders slumped like a question mark.
7 comments:
This is a sad situation and when you put the three poems together you come up with a trilogy of sadness - well written and thought provoking stuff!
This line is very moving:
Rivers of neglect never stop flowing.
Each sad event flows into the next, and the innocents suffer.
all three pieces are breathtaking...
Subconscious genetic addictions?
Some can kick the habit.
very sad
Wow. I'm impressed by how you worked mother into the first letter of each line.
A sad story, succinctly told in your poem.
My contribution owes to yours - thanks for the 1st-letter inspiration.
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