Leo

Monostitch poem. The story of a new friend.

Leo

“Can you spare some change, or
spare some sunshine, or spare some of your time
because I love sunshine, and I have no friends
to keep, only my children,
and I miss my children, well, I always
knew I would because karma comes
unto either you or your own, and my mom
always said I would feel her pain when
I felt pain for my children…she always said,
after I’d push her to the ground and leave
the house for the streets, that
I would feel this with my children and
that I was just a cocaine-craving c**t, but she’s always known
I love sunshine, and love the streets, and
love my children, and I’d love to find the man
that took my boy away and put him in
child services, because my son is a doctor, I
f*****g swear, I’m telling you, and I love when
I swear and he asks me, ‘dad, what are those words,’
and I swear this little doctor is only eight years old,
so when I find this man, because I will, I pray for it everyday,
I’ll take him from his children because
I remember my dad kissing my forehead
on my birthday, saying he felt fortunate to watch
me grow to be six, but he was murdered while
I was six.”