Six weeks old today mamma
a birthday gift for me,
a pair of big brown eyes through
one day i will see.
Where are we going mamma
with the rain splashing down?
when it hits the ground it makes
a funny sound
Bang through the big white doors
people dressed in green
If they hurt you mamma just runaway and scream
Help me mamma their tearing me apart
there goes my big brown eyes
there goes my little heart
I love you mamma believe me i do
Why are you doing this mama?
I thought you loved me to?
Mamas do all kinds of things for all kinds of reasons...and some children suffer in real life because their Mamas made the wrong choices without giving them even a second thought. No one wins this argument and the children are generally the losers...and round and round and round in the circle again.
This is a powerful, unusual, and authentic piece about a fiercely controversial subject. I found it very moving. Excellent poem. Warmly, Alison
Putting a human face on the victim is all important. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is deeply unusual, inspired - from the other perspective, if there were one, before it is got rid of. It is cleverly, intriguely, engagingly and thought-provokingly written. I take my hat off to you. t x