Amanda J Harrington
Amanda J Harrington Poems
|4.||It Is Only The Wind||12/20/2013|
|6.||Hoping, Not Today||12/20/2013|
|7.||Just Ignore Them||12/20/2013|
|8.||After The Fall||12/20/2013|
|9.||Pushing The Barrow||12/20/2013|
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All the children come to me and I carry them,
Close and forlorn
In great, heaving sacks,
Split up the sides so eyes spill out
And hands, gasping for the air
Feel freedom and never touch it.
Small bags at my front
For tiny babes in arms
Whose screams are deafened by the weight
Of my care.
My old and weary body sways,
Stepping sideways, the path always rocky
As the children struggle and send me wide.
Sometimes they shake so that one falls away
And I lose it, even as I ...