She’s a mother,
Pale lips,
Drowsy eyes,
and expired cookies on the kitchen counter.
It careened across the road,
Turned and tumbled
Until the wheels were looking up.
Her husband, her kids
With horror frozen on each of their faces.
The husband,
The father,
Was no longer
strong,
just a corpse.
The call,
the voice at the other end of the line
said the most horrid words of all time
there was an accident.
Snow took away everything she had,
There’s only a dull,
Dim
Damaged garden.
The flowers are no longer blooming
and the red roses
on the vine piled up with snow,
ripped into little pieces.
No more sweet smiles,
No more laughter,
No more soccer balls out of place,
Just his tombstone,
His name can’t be said.
He has yellow dandelions on his grave
they get buried under the snow
They’re frosted, and unhappy,
Everything that surrounds her
is unpleasant
She’s not like she used to be.
She was there with the bottle of sleeping pills
Wanting to fall off
into a deep sleep
a sleep that will last
forever.
But she thought of her kids.
What would happen when
They wake up from their profound sleep,
and she wont be there for them.
Great story with great line breaks and imagery! Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteI am speechless. The imagery...the way it flows, EVERYTHING is in place! I love it!!
ReplyDeleteI loved your line brakes, and how you kind of showed more than told the story of the poeem, very good job!
ReplyDeleteVery good poem Danelia!! I loved how you connected the color to your poem.
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