Thursday, April 8, 2021

For the Likes of Me!


He broke his stride for me

He threw me a rope


threw a rock

at his head


He was generous

It was his nature


I pushed (ahead)

I fought


I unbraided

the hair,

the hair

that was arranged hair by hair for me


I tore

at the clothes

so precisely sewn-

the fabric of life

I tore out

its eyes

I gouged them my doll

Pretty doll

my eyes


I fought

I screamed

I pushed

I ran, I ran,

and then I ran far away

and then I

hopped left

when he went right


I was taken aback

when he

leaned in

(Just) why

would He do it?


(For the likes

of me.)

He stayed. 


1 comment:

  1. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.


Please do...tell.

Lois Nancy

This artwork is my mother's. It touches my heart.    (So gentle.)   A thoughtful depiction of something sweet, tiny, and cute.   'Wa...