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Perfect Family
by S. Pelham FloodThrown into my world
upside down,
catastrophe has no use of
metaphor.
Her dreams are slashed
and forgotten as the second offsprings
closet door
splinters into dust.
Confined within her mind
are the restricting labels
of normality.
Solid foundations of upcoming
manic depression
root themselves in her
self-revolving world;
manifesting in the minds
of her children.
Perfection is the end
and also the beginning
in her need
to conform to standard-
loving society.
But her kids will undo
herdissecting every
wish and prayer. Then
when shes old
and decrepit, lost and
broken, her ignorance
will come loose and
her eyes reopened
upon the legal
marriage ceremonies of her
pride-satisfied
children. 10/27/2004 Posted on 10/28/2004
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/28/04 at 03:14 AM Steven, your words kept me reading. The last two stanzas left me hungry to "fix" so many "broken" people that would often be better off accepted as they are. There are such defined lines between what is acceptable and what isn't in our society. However, you have demonstrated the misery factor that clings heavily to the mentally ill and their families with much needed candor. Thank you. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/28/04 at 03:38 AM Phenomenal imagery. Excellent piece of work. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 06/04/13 at 01:05 PM Love that opening line and Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristi Paik on 06/05/13 at 02:02 AM i love when poems make me close my eyes and envision what i just read. great piece |
| Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 06/09/13 at 07:37 PM Interesting dynamic. |
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