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Once… I was witness to a crime. A crime perpetrated by a Mother Upon her children In the name of justice. Feelings… She couldn’t deal with She tossed aside Like laundry thrown in hampers Used, dreary, dingy… Dumped them instead On her children So they could bleed for her. There’s no strength In [...] Everyday, somewhere a child stares out a window Waiting… for Dad to come home. It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does (though a fireman or race car driver would be great). It doesn’t matter how much money he makes (though getting a new bike is better than not). [...] He was part pirate Benny, Sara, Nusha Part protector, all black marketeer Observant, deceptive, courageous And in this life, he might have been A CIA agent, a CEO, or Sean Connery In Gold Finger But it was then, and that was that Choices none, so… He wooed them – Nusha and Raia With potatoes [...] He is sick now Just like she dictated everyday, And at forty-seven He looks eighty. He tries to care To get by Like the rest of us But schizophrenia gets in his way. Leftover from a childhood He sometimes puts aside. Sometimes… But hardly ever forgets.
And I remember standing In the corner [...] |
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