Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue

-Rustic-Kitchen-Table 1950s

 

God damnit, man, you’re late for dinner.  Again.

Sit up straight and act like a young lady.

 

Okay.

 

What did you say?

 

Yes, sir.

 

What happened to my little girl

who was all smiles and did everything right?

 

She eases out of the wooden chair,

Walks to the backdoor, opens it,

steps out into lemon blossom air.

Turning slowly, she opens the back door again,

Calls out

 

Hi, Mom.  Hello, Father.  Sorry I’m late.

I got pregnant and just had an abortion.

 

It is Mama who opens her arms.

 

C.J. Prince

©2016

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I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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