Thursday, May 1, 2008

Cowbird for TOP

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:

SweetTalkingGuy said...

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!

Mariacristina said...

This line is very moving:
Rivers of neglect never stop flowing.

Each sad event flows into the next, and the innocents suffer.

paisley said...

all three pieces are breathtaking...

Stan Ski said...

Subconscious genetic addictions?
Some can kick the habit.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very sad

my backyard said...

Wow. I'm impressed by how you worked mother into the first letter of each line.

steerforth said...

A sad story, succinctly told in your poem.

My contribution owes to yours - thanks for the 1st-letter inspiration.

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