Marie sits on my knee at recess,
her hair, mangy, tangled, stiff,
flaps in the Decenber wind
like a plastic racing flag.
Playground squeals
and creaking swings
force her to shout
in my ear what she wants
Santa to bring her
boots, a doll, some clothes,
a new coat and a mommy
that stays.
if you are going to write incredibly sad stuff like this could you please do it in a lousy poem so i could ignore/forget it.
as it is you have captured my attention by setting a perfect stage and then stabbed me in the heart.
this is a wonderful poem.
didn’t expect that ending … heartbreaking
Opoetoe,
Thank you so much. I couldn’t use the child’s real name because of legal issues, but still I HAD to somehow express how I feel about this little girl. Thank you for feeling it.
Purple,
Thank you so much for not expecting the ending. That matters a lot to this poetic person.
Nochipa
just started reading your poems…so far..that one’s my favorite…you are so talented!!!