- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Strength Remarkable
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Click hereDeborah Morris is a strong woman,
forty two, three kids, nine, ten and twelve.
Man in the Navy, in the Gulf,
family in Melbourne, almost as far.
December, her fourth child,
took it all in her stride.
Home in two days,
her man back to Iraq.
Baby didn’t thrive. Eight weeks,
poor weight gain, fretful, formula prescribed.
“Not enough milk Mrs Morris,
don’t worry he’ll be alright”
Guilt, guilt and more guilt,
alone wide awake stare at the ceiling
three in the morning mothers’ conscience.
A Bad Mother.
“ Mornin’ Deb, how’re the children
how’s the baby, isn’t he lovely.
How’s your husband, must be a comfort
for him, knowing you’re alright”.
Deborah goodbye smiles, no omission heard,
baby content, indifferent, sleeps.
She pushes the stroller up her hill.
With unremarked strength.
- COMMENTS
Bridget69about 19 years agoA great tale about fending for one's self and taking the brunt of responsibility during times of solitude.
Syndra Lynnabout 19 years agoMy mom only had us 2 when dad was in Vietnam, but I remember moments of great lonliness (in her) and uncommon strength. Thank you for this wonderful poem.
~Syn
Anonymousabout 19 years agoA very engaging tale, Ishtat, and that last line is wonderful!
Flyguy
Reltneabout 19 years agoThis is more a story than a poem to my ear, but it does work. Perhaps the simplistic journalist stle with no embellishment serves to heighten the effect. - Minimalism through starkness. - I like it.
