The Sister
pushing pram, playing
face ever changing, as she grows.
The Father
drinking tea, swaying
blurring the edges of his woes.
The Mother
going out, sneaking
looking over shoulder, as she goes.
The Brother
behind bars, crying.
Only Mum visits, everyone knows.
The Child
Safe, soundly sleeping.
Sweetpea visable, until it first snows.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
The Sister
pushing pram, playing
face ever changing, as she grows.
The Father
drinking tea, swaying
blurring the edges of his woes.
The Mother
going out, sneaking
looking over shoulder, as she goes.
The Brother
behind bars, crying.
Only Mum visits, everyone knows.
The Child
Safe, soundly sleeping.
Sweetpea visable, until it first snows.
© Erica Statham 9th January 2011
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