A Comforting BuddyA Poem by Louisa ChanA spring-like evening breeze Percolates each empty street With faint voices of angels singing Sound of fiddle accompanying Children's play and gaiety of chase
Eluding us is the child next door Who's been chained to many a chore Being born to the wrong family Is kept in strict captivity Though fed toxic words and recipes Never asks for reason or sympathy
Her feet sunk into filthy mud Her lips tightly bit in blood Foaming soap washes not her grudge As she scrubs the abhorrent tub
Her eyes focused on a nearby fly Wings straddled on a water puddle Keep flapping amidst its lasting struggle “Hi buddy!” return her smiley dimples © 2022 Louisa ChanFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on March 12, 2022 Last Updated on June 17, 2022 Tags: childhood, child abuse, buddy AuthorLouisa ChanHong Kong, - None -, Hong KongAboutI like music and literary writing. I like to write about "forms of existence" that often elude our attention, especially the weak and the underprivileged. I like to write songs and lyrics too. Tha.. more..Writing
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