Pitter patterA Poem by Deacon KaneThis poem is a contemplative piece that explores parenthood and loss. It's inspired by experiences with those who have children and those who have lost them, some intentionally and some not.Pitter patter
Pitter patter, small feet on cold floors, I hear those feet in my house, those small footfalls echo through my house, pitter patter, a solid sound, but no it's only ghostly, a fragment I remember, a sound of laughter follows after pitter patter, a wild and joyful laugh, a childish laugh, I hear it clearly, as clear as pitter patter but it is not there, it cannot be.
There are sheets over furniture and dust on sheets and still that pitter patter and that childish laugh echo through this house. I should not be hearing that pitter patter, that carefree laugh cuz it has no source, maybe once it could have been, it should have been but Death and God and relentless Fate took that pitter patter and denied me that childish laugh;
In a house on the lake the doors are locked, there are sheets on the leather chairs and plush soft sofas and there is dust on those sheets, ten year long dust and in that house there is a nursery and in that nursery there is a crib, where the walls depict scenes of laughing kids, in that house I sit alone and listen to the sound of pitter patter and joyful laughter, sounds I should have known in
reality
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Added on January 7, 2014 Last Updated on January 7, 2014 Tags: parenthood, poem, death, children AuthorDeacon KaneGaborone, BotswanaAboutI'm a 26 year old graduate of Curtin University with a deep love of poetry and writing all the way from my pre teen years. In fact nothing gives me greater pleasure that writing a piece that hits home.. more..Writing
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