a doll with big blue eyes
curls into you
asks what is gone
missing
you think to answer
my dream
but her eyes reading
yours
hurt now
~
Down Baby
It's like this:
A truth sits at your table
slides to your tongue
eyes of your child
answer the question
other mothers just like you
repeat, need to know
to not feel so blue as you.
You want to be gone now
but the silence holds hurt
your soft voice muffled
foolishly small.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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These poems were inspired by "Lunch at Pizza Hut", by The Unknown Contributor, a post that appeared earlier this month at TweetSpeakPoetry, which is celebrating Down Syndrome Awareness Month with poetic and artistic looks into the experiences of those who live with Down syndrome. You'll want to see the beautiful artwork at "Michael's Colors" and pick up a copy of the new T.S. Poetry Press release Sun Shine Down, a memoir by Gillian Marchenko, whom I had the pleasure of interviewing (see Part 1 and Part 2).
7 comments:
The depth of your heart shines in your poems.
Lovely. And they hurt.
So much said with so little.
Sensitive and moving, both.
=)
Very nice. :-)
My heart aches for the mother's dreams gone missing as well as the child's sad eyes questioning...poignant piece.
Wonderful comaprison.
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