jayne jenkins Poems

The child,
Siting hunched in the corner,
Cold and hungry,
Watches the heaving bodies on the make-shift bed.
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His eyes show only love for her
And hold no bitter pain,
His lips which caressed her naked form
Will n'er do so again.
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You know I've not gone, you can see me,
If you'ld only close your eyes,
You know I've not gone, you can hear me,
So don't listen to their lies
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With the smack and the cry of childbirth
Was born the flower child,
Ruled by the sun, the wind, the rain,
Like nature, running wild.
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In the dark recesses of the silent mind,
Sleep comes creeping near.
With gentle strokes he calms each nerve
And blots out any fear.
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Don't turn the light on
Don't shut the door
Don't you ignore me
'cos I've been here before.
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The rain,
rushing down the window
like wives and mothers running
to the pit head when disaster strikes.
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