Why do you push me away mummy,
Do you not love me anymore?
Mummy, where did you go?
Who is this man; I haven’t seen him before,
Where were you last night mummy?
Not in your bed,
Not at home,
I was worried,
Do you not love daddy?
Is that why you go away?
Will you come home soon?
Mummy?
I notice people don't like to comment poetry this deep. I have one that you may be interested called "On a Cold Mothers Day". I love how you capture a childs innocents and naivety with simplistic questioning that anyone who remembers childhood or had a child can relate to as far as trying to figure out an adult situation. Very good. Im delighted I ventured over to view this one.
I really love this piece. The content and meaning behind it is very powerful abd i likethe method you used forwriting in seeing it through the eyes of a child. curious and questioning and trying to make sense of the ituation. BUT the rhythm and flowofthe poem took away from it for me.it begins with aregular rhythm and rhyme in the first four lines but i would hae preferred it stayed that way. gieing it a more sing-song kindof tone like a childs nursery rhyme to relate to the theme. apart from that a lovely write!
eek! Hate this one. Not really but I hate the image that it gives. The poem is good and does exactly what you wanted it too.
Thanks for sharing.
Love All, Mejasha
A nice piece, good depth and emotion; however, I can't say that the stream of haphazard questioning flowing from the mind of a child flows as the piece I'd like to win the contest. This is an awesome poem, don't get me wrong. The style you've used is effective and heartbreaking for a reader. Thank you for your entry into the Any and All Poetry Contest.
this is short simple yet jam packed with emotions.
powerful writing, is quite good as it stands upon some expansion it could be amazing.
thank you for entering my contest
Strong poem. Takes us right into the child's view of puzzling events. Actually it is painful to read. You can sense the mother squirming and of course you sense the unpappiness of the adults as they mess up for any of the usual reasons. But it is the simple innocent urgency of the questions that works so well. No words wasted. And of course we quake because we know the answers and we know the disappointments facing the child when some of the answers hit home. And there are thousands, and thousands, and thousands of children who ask those very questions every year. It's bad enought when it's a father, but seems worse when the questions are asked of a mother. Then there are the complications of step-fathers, step-mothers... Finger on a key social pulse here methinks. And such is the norm now.
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