she's dries her tears, temporarily
'til the pain comes again.
wept on shoulders that were uncertain
as to her needs, desires.

the dreams of old are now like a pilgarlic
albatross, weighing heavier each day,
as she lugs them from semester to year
alluding herself of a promised future.

her latch-key kids are her heart's domain
and ever-watchful is her care.
delivered daily with Mother's spit and caress,
she gathers them with arms of glory.

sends them out each day into a carnivorous world
that eats grown-ups for lunch
and dines with gluttony on the hearts
and minds of the young.

she's been taught to smile, at every turn
and like a seal, be tossed a fish.
as her dream bursts, flowing from tear ducts
and covering her cheeks, she smiles.

03/09/2005

Posted on 03/09/2005
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