You can’t grow
Rolled up in a ball
So he stretched to let
Gestation in,
And now he’s out he
Continues to reach
For the height that
Freedom seeks;
Finding his feet,
Even though he’s a
Tall lad, and falling
For love never had
From his mother and dad
Who tore strips
And spat names from
Their lips that landed
Alongside his crib,
And never left his side
For a kiss from thereon.
And sometimes
He heard it as pitter pat,
And sometimes different to that.
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How sad--this story you presented to us, yet I feel this "lad" seems determined to rise above all of that.
ReplyDeleteI like the enjambment of these lines:
Tall lad, and falling
For love never had
From his mother and dad
I even like the first 8 lines as well. Intriguing beginning.
Thanks for sharing. :)