Answering Service: Child AbuseA Poem by Geralyn MillerCalling early Sunday morning, before the sun rises; says "The kid keeps whining, and the fever is 105." (Been 104 for days.)
He's one year old and Daddy, Daddy doesn't like the crying. She wants the doctor, doctor to tell her what to do. Wants a miracle cure, by phone.
Fast, fast, so "the kid" won't annoy his "Daddy" By the way, the kid looks kind of funny; "all grey and pinched." She wants the doctor, doctor, to fix it fast. She's got places to go. © 2010 Geralyn Miller |
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Added on September 21, 2010 Last Updated on September 21, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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