Thursday, April 21, 2011

Raining

cast aside by my mother
I never was her favored child
and it’s nearly a relief when I

fall         
                fall
fall         

To join my spurned brothers and sister below
In listening to our mother’s storming rage

2 comments:

  1. I like the voice this poem has. . . kind of abandoned and forlorn. And I really love the fall part! ^__^

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  2. This poem resonates with me. Reminds me a little of my childhood.

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