19 February 2006

Growing up too fast

I watch you
as your drunken mother
staggers amongst
the crowd of
rock music diehards.
Her tired shoes
which you
clutch in your hand
are the least
of your burden.
Your ten year old body
bends with the weight
of anxiety
and the backpack
carrying promises
and food.
Your eyes dart
with embarrassment
as she weaves
back and forth.
Your plea
of desperation
"can we please go home"
not heard
over the crowd,
the music and her
oblivion
.

5 comments:

swan_pr said...

you don't know how close to home this sounds to me.

(c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

Oh swan...

I've linked your blog.

I hope you have a great holiday, things will work out as they are meant to....

swan_pr said...

thank you for the link, I hope not out of obligation! I linked yours because I like to read you :)

thank you for the kind words :)

(c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

Not out of obligation at all, I enjoy reading yours too.

rebeleyeball said...

Man! This is fantastic! I read a bunch and I'm not really into poetry. You really moved me. Thanks! I added a link as well.