Mango tree

By hrmn_jl2

Tue, 24 Sep 2013
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A faded picture hangs against the wall
soft curls of golden hair cascade down
the girl sits perched in a mango tree
soft orange skin pierced by childs tooth
 
My mother stops and stares at the picture
a blank empty stare that holds questioningly
always turns with an inward sigh
breaking away as from rusted chains
 
My father never comes near like mother
his pace always is one step quicker at the pass
I can see his body snap as if under pressure
and I know that it is a pain inside
 
I sometimes take the picture down
and trace the curls with distant finger
remembering the little girl in the tree
and not in the bed where she fell alseep
 
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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I enjoyed reading this poem and loved the titile.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by hrmn_jl2 on

Thank you Jenny.