Susan Griffin


The Bad Mother - Poem by Susan Griffin

The bad mother wakes from dreams
of imperfection trying to be perfection.
All night she's engineered a train
too heavy with supplies
to the interior. She fails.
The child she loves
has taken on bad habits, cigarettes
maybe even drugs. She
recognizes lies. You don't
fool me, she wants to say,
the bad mother, ready to play
and win.
This lamb who's gone -
this infant she is
pinioned to - does not listen,
she drives with all her magic down a
different route to darkness where
all life begins.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015



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