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Open Poetry #27

Memories of a Child

NickTofteland
Member

since 2003-06-13

Posts 74
MN, USA

0 posted 2003-06-19 05:35 PM

Silent tears slid
down her tortured
face.
Swollen eyes stared
otherwhere, out the
streaked window.

The corners of her thin,
tight lips were held down by the
gravity of
motherhood.

Her thoughts were with an
honest child, dark haired, and
round cheeked.
Large, bright eyes, knowing,
pleading:

"Mommy, do you love me?"

The weight of responsibilities
hung heavy on her fragile
body.
Her shoulders sagged.
her hip ached.
Her frail, thin arms layed
tired in her lap.

And still the child
haunted her, asking
with its eyes:

"Mommy, am I safe?"

The cold, dirty clouds
greyed her pained face, as
she thought of the gun,
loaded, and promising,
she'd held in her lap
only an hour before.

The heart or the head?
The damnable question,
still unanswered, for a
lifetime, now.

The ghost child, sturdy, and
solemn, stared back at
her through the frigid
rain, saying, softly, with
each warm heartbeat:

"Mommy, I love you."

The breath caught in
her throat.
Her small mouth gaped to
inhale.
She slowed, and swallowed the black
pain in her chest.

And the silent tears slid
down her tortured
face.

Psalms 20:7 "Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God."

[This message has been edited by NickTofteland (06-19-2003 06:02 PM).]