Childhood, Fragments

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My first memory

was my dog dragging a dead rat into my bedroom.

Mom walked in

I played with my limp toy.

Its polished eye watched,

she scolded the pup.

Showered, I sat on dusty carpet and listened;

the owl clock above the sink.

Her cracked hands washed green dishes

while the metal walls of our trailer

trickled into my veins drop after

drop,

after drop.

 

2 Comments on “Childhood, Fragments

  1. Your poem is very down to earth and real for so many in todays society and living in poverty. Keep up the great writing.

    Liked by 1 person

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