songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

MY MOTHER CAN’T HELP

MY  MOTHER  CAN’T  HELP        HERSELF

So how can she help   me?   sneers my  3  o’clock

She has many adult problems  it’s true    And

deep down inside she does   love you

 

But  like the Barbie’s in the playroom her babies are      removable     featureless

 

Made so by years in crack houses & motels    where

smoke from the  last  fire   poured under the bathroom

door    Leaving you with an obsession for firemen  & keys

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*Grief studies have shown that the loss of a parent is akin to the loss of a limb

where the   phantom limb    continues to throb     inexplicably

 

 

Winter  2013

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