Post by cynthiacox on Mar 31, 2011 17:05:42 GMT -5
She sits in the grass,
staring at green,
the breeze blowing her curls in the air of spring.
She smiles while the ant herd passes by,
carrying their daily load to survive.
She stands up to her mother calling her name,
faster her pace to increase,
not wanting to get disciplined,
for not being prompt.
She reaches her house,
the voice tone increases,
"Come Here Now!"
The little girl takes a bigger leap,
she falls down on the wooden porch,
looks down at her bloody knee,
She wipes her scraps,
fights back the tears.
She knew if she were not brave,
her whooping was near.
As she enters within the door,
she gazes to see her mother is sitting on the couch,
with a beer in one hand,
a cigarette in the other,
watching her daily soap operas,
as she had always done.
"Yes, mom," she barely whispered.
"Go get me another beer!"
The little girl bows her head and does as told.
"Can I go back outside mom.
Today is sunny and I would like to play."
"I guess you can since you got one thing right today," sneered the drunken woman before her.
She turns to exit,
taking one last look again,
feeling the burden of a weight,
that lived within.
She knew her mother was all she had.
Their dad took off,
no money, no food, and no goodbye.
I suppose I will play today,
make the best of what I have,
hoping one day,
I can help my mom,
where my dad left us,
and help fix this bad.
staring at green,
the breeze blowing her curls in the air of spring.
She smiles while the ant herd passes by,
carrying their daily load to survive.
She stands up to her mother calling her name,
faster her pace to increase,
not wanting to get disciplined,
for not being prompt.
She reaches her house,
the voice tone increases,
"Come Here Now!"
The little girl takes a bigger leap,
she falls down on the wooden porch,
looks down at her bloody knee,
She wipes her scraps,
fights back the tears.
She knew if she were not brave,
her whooping was near.
As she enters within the door,
she gazes to see her mother is sitting on the couch,
with a beer in one hand,
a cigarette in the other,
watching her daily soap operas,
as she had always done.
"Yes, mom," she barely whispered.
"Go get me another beer!"
The little girl bows her head and does as told.
"Can I go back outside mom.
Today is sunny and I would like to play."
"I guess you can since you got one thing right today," sneered the drunken woman before her.
She turns to exit,
taking one last look again,
feeling the burden of a weight,
that lived within.
She knew her mother was all she had.
Their dad took off,
no money, no food, and no goodbye.
I suppose I will play today,
make the best of what I have,
hoping one day,
I can help my mom,
where my dad left us,
and help fix this bad.
