Crystal's Mom Never Left her BedroomA Poem by A. Doyle
Crazy yellow hair, red sweatshirt
She never left her bedroom Eight years old, alone in a home With a boy, only six, a brother Cereal for dinner, maybe soup, maybe eggs Crystal could cook I don’t think her mom knew Crazy yellow hair, red sweatshirt She emerged one day from her bedroom She must have heard The TV in the living room Music buzzed from the speaker’s dusty holes The door began to open I was sure she would yell Crystal thought so too Her voice opened like the pit Of a warm wet cave The belly of a bear Deep and dirty, growling I love this song, she said And she began to dance She smiled, silver shining From the back of her mouth The only sparkle I ever saw She twisted her weight From side to side, closing her eyes Crazy yellow hair swaying The stench of cigarette smoke swirling Dancing by her side She laughed, high and long Her voice cracking and then finding Its path back up from her throat Exploding on our dumbfounded faces We laughed too, a scared laugh A surprised and confused laugh In the blink of an eye The moment was gone Red sweatshirt and stone washed jeans Disappearing behind the cracked paint door Of a room I’d never seen In the kitchen Crystal poured milk Over our lucky charms Your mom is cool, I said But she didn’t respond She just went to get the spoons © 2013 A. DoyleReviews
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1 Review Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 Tags: best friends, independence, addiction, childhood, Mom, kids AuthorA. DoyleNorwich, CTAbout"I'm in repair. I'm not together but I'm getting there. " -JM more..Writing
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