Sarah's Guilt

Dedicated to Kassie and Jesse

She held steadfast,
to a grandmother of sturn belief.

 

Bartered off
by a vagrant mother,

 

with the convenience
Of pseudo love.

 

Coming back tale
between her legs,

 

the prodigal daughter looks for comfort
in the salted tears of her children.

 

A patriarch imprisoned
by his own hands.

 

Lacking enough responsibility
To walk away from his children but not her.

The son who bares no resemblance,

for whom we all question.

We gather to discuss a sheep in wolves clothing.

And still I harbor children,

 

Of a vagrant mother
and a vacant father.

Author's Note

Tale is used as a play on words it is not a grammar error.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem had some moments where the reality of it all leaped from the page. The psudo intelechual reasoning that justified such a barter is heart breaking material. It's impressive how you used the fact that the brain recognizes words regardless of the sequence of the letters. It was most powerful in the illustration of the son. It made me question the values we use to determine who has room to fit into our lives. The raw and honest style of your work has no signs of diminishing return, but when considering the entire context of the poem...I think it took the backseat to your creativity this time. I have to wonder how many more surprises you have in store.

[Liza]

a wandering mother in physical sense and an empty father in the mindful sense...what a way to escape

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Your poetry runs so deep but touches places in my heart where I have to respond. So often I worry that I am going to step on toes when I do. I see this as many homes are, with the grandmother raising the children of her children. I also see a child possibly not treated right because he or she doesn't look like the father. I know this grief well and the unfairness and lowering of self esteem it brings.....I love your work Solidad p.s. I see more, but I will shutup now