One Son

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 26 Jan 2012
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An only child
tears begin

locked in rules and steel bars
tears flow.

Not able to produce a son
adopted the lad as a baby

grown too soon
bad company

further years restricted
when the law came to claim
him.

At seventeen fought the charge
lost at trial

behind bars 25 years or more
tears pour.

It’s ok to cry momma.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by scratch on
Really evocative Richard. Once again a thought provoking and well penned piece. I really admire the variety that you are kind enough to share.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Scratch. A very kind word. Sometimes I feel like a ferret, slinking about in my travails around me. And sniff the air for new scents. Cheerio, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher