Inter urinas et faeces nascimur

 

A storm crashes through the kitchen

Rectangle eyes and serious hair

Slams a note down

Swirls back to her room

‘Dad’ – smiley face

He reads it

Goes ‘Right then.’

And passes it to me

‘I can’t draw anything interesting without the lap top so I drew this.’

I fill up with the tears she has waiting

 

Not because of the knives

In her Dad’s chest

Not because of the deep scribbling

Of blood

Or the crosses for eyes

But for the privilege

Of witnessing

The full force of nature

 

Now comes the fury

The almost unbearable empathy

And anger

Now- comes the ache of life itself

The unexpected joy

In tiny moments

All the quick decisions

And the chewing over

Of mighty mini hurts

For hours

Now music means more

Humans exasperate

And the world is unjust

Colourful

Meaningful

Vivid

Stupid

And seemingly, fleetingly very, very unfair

 

Now my girl

We are really getting somewhere

But, alas, we never do ►

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Cathy Crabb

Fri 9th Aug 2013 17:22

Cynthia- thank you for your very kind thoughts on this. I do try very hard to be honest and plain in a poem. I like to use poems about my family as snapshots so they know how deeply I think and feel about them. When I am on the computer and telling them to stop mithering me! XXXXXX

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 7th Aug 2013 12:50

Cathy, I am in awe. This is brilliant, with a reverberative snap that nearly breaks the reader's neck. It is personal honesty and writing skill seldom available to be 'enjoyed'.

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Cathy Crabb

Sat 3rd Aug 2013 11:51

Shirley- I hope they realise that too, I really do x
This is my daughter right now, in the middle of the see-saw, trying to balance but soon- tipping over to another phase. Scary! Thanks for reading xxx

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Shirley Smothers

Sat 3rd Aug 2013 02:32

I can identify with this poem. I know my children have hated me in the past. They are older now and I hope they realize that I did the best in raising them as I could.

Nice poem!

Shirley

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