Maria Mortimer Poems

I am rich
My walls are lined with cupboards,
Cups and saucers
With a TV at my feet
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There are more faces,
Then places.
Strangers pass everyday,
Impacts cannot be kept at bay.
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Hey
I've still got words to say,
I'm sorry I failed you that day,
And the guilt doesn't go away.
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Pa handed the little boy,
A little box- car toy
Shots go in the distance,
Soldiers need assistance…
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Ma got buried
Where were you,
While her casket got carried?
Toms' drowned in brandy
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I'm a child
With uncontained joy
For I -
Unable to keep it inside
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