Sunday, August 28, 2016

Mother, I Killed A Man


She's on the sofa
alone
with children.

She's crying and hasn't
stopped for many weeks.

Her oldest boy,
four years old,
stands and walks
to her, speaking
in a quiet gasp
of hope for his world

saying he
will be

Dad.

The sun slants in shafts of glare
illuminating dust swirls
as the afternoon
passes to evening.

A mother cries alone

with her children
surrounding her.




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3 comments:

eric1313 said...

Took a few edits last night and today to get this right, but I think it is now.

Yes, I was that four year old boy.

Charles Gramlich said...

wow, very powerful. hard hitting

eric1313 said...

Thanks, Charles. I'm getting back into tapping deeper emotions.