Mom

A poem I wrote when I had to decide which parent to live with during their divorce.

I pull the rug out,

right from underneath

your eager feet.

You fall, collapse,

my heart skips a beat.

Shock burns in your eyes,

chocolate eyes,

swimming in anguish,

burning red because of me.

You regress to the past,

a horror movie

cutting through

your innoceant mind,

slicing through the love,
the hope, leaving only

doubt, fear,

in its wake.

I am so sorry,

please understand that

this is for the best!

But your shaking,

heaving sobs rumbling through

a birthmarked chest.

I hope you can

forgive me, all my sins;

I hope you will

understand, but for now

you can't.

Dark braids shaking

like a rattler in the dirt,
in danger, ready to

strike the daughter

who dared to break

away from her home.

But I still see those

chocolate eyes,

burning red because of me,

choking on all she's done.

I have betrayed her.

I reach out to

the chocolate eyes,

that birthmarked chest,

my rattler in the dirt,

as she grabs her purse,

and walks away.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Marie]

This is a sad poem, but I could see you had to get it out. The description of a "betrayed" woman is great. Sometimes a choice is so hard...