The Poem - Child Of Abuse - by Straw

I spoke with my oldest sister last night. I had known for some time that she was a poet, but due to technical difficulties I had been unable to see her work until this afternoon, when right out-of-the-blue, for reasons beyond human comprehension, her web server suddenly decided that I was, in fact, worthy to view her website.

She laughed when I told her that the following poem was about me. I cut her off with a heavily exaggerated laugh of my own as she started in with the old standard "well, we didn't have a mama like you did" garbage, and that shut her right up. I proceeded to shed a little light on the wounded little boy in the corner. Just a sliver. I knew if I told her too much that she would be appalled. The last thing I want to do is alienate those few who were a refuge to me. She was speechless. I got the impression that she never even suspected.

Child Of Abuse

Crying in hunger,
Crawling in filth.
Why is this child not cared for?
Is there not one who loves him?

His Mom is away,
In another world.
Drugs have taken his place.
A shell of a Mom is there.

Neighbors cannot see,
He needs attention.
They hear the cries of hunger,
Yet they fear the Mom on drugs.

No family near,
Alone in this world.
His cries are heard through the night.
Morning dawns without a sound.

Laying in filth,
Shivering with cold.
No strength to cry or crawl.
Shallow breaths come and go.

Laying cold and blue,
Forgotten baby.
No longer crying for you.
Taken away by God's grace.

Never alone any more.

Straw ©2005

thanks Sis... I love you

-b