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There she lived beneath the bells
Had her toys, they brought her meals
Only view was through the star
At first she cried, Mama, come
Mama couldn't come, away
For ten years, away and gone
She learned of life through the grill
Seeing things no one could dream
Love her, take her to their home
Someday will come, until then
She'd do her time like her mom
Sins of the mother visit
Daughter in loneliness pays
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- Photos and Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- Linked with Bits of Inspiration ~ Keyhole Imagined By Susie Clevenger at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. You can find links to other poems there.
Wow! This is a tough look at the reality many live/have lived. Great piece! Thanks so much for writing for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteSo many keys we can only get from our parents... so many possibilities and options lost... and way to many closed doors.
ReplyDeleteI can see that child, looking through the grill, missing her mom.sigh. well done, Jim.
ReplyDeleteA sad story, told with the perfect balance of detail and restraint.
ReplyDeleteI love this. More so because my first muse was to write about parents and getting an insight into who they were. Couldn't grasp it. I will someday. Yours is awesome!
ReplyDeleteSometimes doors are meant to be walked through and closed for good. In her case, too late. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteOh so sad--I think of those girls kidnapped, but here, maybe just by the church. Really well done, Jim and so sad--agree with Rosemary and Sherry and all--k.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad sight of life passing before the keyhole.
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