Faith Elizabeth Brigham

Rookie (May 14,1953 / Pittsburgh, PA)


Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

momma, don't be angry
is it something that we did
momma, don't ignore us
as we climb on top your bed

momma, we are hungry
it is past time we were fed
momma, you can't feed us
if you don't get out of bed

we're just little children
and we do not understand
why you lie there staring
at our tiny outstretched hands

momma, please forgive us
you're so far away it seems
we're young and we don't know
just what nervous breakdown means

Comments about Breakdown by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

  • Lizzy TomlinsonLizzy Tomlinson (3/28/2006 4:40:00 AM)

    Faith this gets (10) from me & goes in my list of faves. Thanks for your comments on mine. Lizzy.(Report)Reply

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  • Not Long Left (11/14/2005 8:31:00 AM)

    for me poetry is it its best and most powerfull, when it evokes emotions inside us, your poem does this in every way, empathy is a word that comes to mind when i read this. i am glad i have finnally found the time to read your poems.

    all the best vincent(Report)Reply

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  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (9/25/2005 2:43:00 PM)

    A very clever one this short but gives a real picture of someone suffering from depression, everything stops to the extent no one matters anymore. Very nice indeed. Sincerely Ernestine Northover(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 4, 2004