Song For My MotherA Poem by BetanuZweiThe first few years, by far the easiest. Band-aids on skinned knees, though tearful, didn't really hurt. You take me to the park, I'd show you games teach you rhymes I'd learned from Jenny Taylor's big sister. The haircuts. God, the haircuts. I'd see yours cut so short, strands fall to the floor and I'd bawl my eyes out. You never let them take more than an inch. In the end I'd sit on it to prove I could. The last distinguishable memory, bridesmaid at a summer wedding. You snapped a picture shook it out, tore it up. Then all that's left is white, white walls, ceiling, sheets. Tubes, monitors, bleeps, band-aids, hair and half a polaroid. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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