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Mary

Mary

A Poem by Misterr Remeat
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A woman I met a long time ago

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when I first met her
Her smile was so wise
you could see  
the girl in her eyes

but family around
the smile disappears 
it all seems to be
the sum of her fears

her son ran the drugs
with the help of his dad
selling sweet dreams
that always turned bad

she sat with me once
and said not a word
she just looked so scared
like a beautiful caged bird

© 2019 Misterr Remeat


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This is a brilliant portrait of an everyday person painted with compassion & a ton of nuance . . . meaning, for each stroke of paint you apply, you splatter off a rainbow of possibilities in the reader's mind. It takes much thought to write a fulsome portrait that feels a little sketchy, but becuz of how you choose the details, we get a much larger picture than just what the words suggest. I like how you leave the ending up in the air, we don't know how the narrator feels about all this, but each reader will take it in a different direction . . . like wishing you could go back & maybe reached out in a way that could help her open up. Or maybe feeling good becuz no interaction was required, just a nearness & a silent sharing of the obvious. So many possibilities spring from your simple strokes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Misterr Remeat

4 Years Ago

This was back in the 80s. I still see her sweet scared smile. When she smiled I could see the girl s.. read more



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This is a brilliant portrait of an everyday person painted with compassion & a ton of nuance . . . meaning, for each stroke of paint you apply, you splatter off a rainbow of possibilities in the reader's mind. It takes much thought to write a fulsome portrait that feels a little sketchy, but becuz of how you choose the details, we get a much larger picture than just what the words suggest. I like how you leave the ending up in the air, we don't know how the narrator feels about all this, but each reader will take it in a different direction . . . like wishing you could go back & maybe reached out in a way that could help her open up. Or maybe feeling good becuz no interaction was required, just a nearness & a silent sharing of the obvious. So many possibilities spring from your simple strokes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Misterr Remeat

4 Years Ago

This was back in the 80s. I still see her sweet scared smile. When she smiled I could see the girl s.. read more
short sweet and sharp good sir:) few things upset me more than to see someone abused and not be able to do anything about it:( this one pulls at my heart strings as she must of yours

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Misterr Remeat

5 Years Ago

This was back in the 80's. Last I heard the son was in jail. I don't know what happened Mary or her .. read more
The inner sanctum of a broken family.
Wonder in all her dreams if she thought this was her future.
Maybe life changed for the good, but I doubt it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Misterr Remeat

5 Years Ago

They lived in the suite below us. She never went out unless she was accompanied by husband or son.
Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

I suppose she's just a prisoner of life.

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Added on July 29, 2019
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Misterr Remeat
Misterr Remeat

Nanaimo, cold and rainy then warm and sunny, Canada



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I live in Nanaimo B.C. under the "Witless"Protection Program. Nanaimo is on the East coast of Vancouver Island which is on the West Coast of Canada. I work too much but still find time to write and ta.. more..

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