So cute as a baby
If you could have seen him
So innocent and pure
But mother wasn’t there
Too young, too
Well, you know how it goes
Father none, not even sure who
And foster homes, several
Bounced around he, can’t really
Take the place of, why I don’t know
By ten, you could see
His eyes were, how can I say
Already dead, and grandma thinks
That somehow she’s to blame
But then, her mama was never
There, no not really, not for her
Either, not in any, that is
Not in any important way.
Do you know what I mean?
(Previously published in Circle Magazine, Vol.4, Issue 3, Summer 2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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