Answering Service:  Child Abuse

Answering Service: Child Abuse

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

Calling 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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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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I 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..

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