"mikey" poems - Hello Poetry

A baby clutches his mother’s dress Unaware of how it will save his life Unwary of the saving grace that will come to rest The child is soft and clean His name is Eugenius, the second of three After Richard, before Michal He is just a babe, no bigger than an infant can be A toddler clutches his mother’s dress, the hem Unaware of tragedy Unwary of the Horror that awaits him The child is frightened and shaking His name is Gene, the second of three After Richard, before Michal He is just a little one, no taller than Mama’s knee A child clutches his mother’s hand Unaware from behind her skirt as they are herded Unwary of the disaster to come from the cart His name is Genie, the second of three Before Mikey, after Richie He is just a child, no higher than Tata’s knee A boy holds his brother’s hand tight Unaware of the danger he is in Unwary that the coin from Mama’s skirts will save his life The boy is healthy and strong, though not for long His name is Gene, the second of three Before Michal, after Richard He is naïve, but soon to grow up prematurely A prisoner holds his own shirt, unsure Unaware of the pain that is coming Unwary that he shall walk away nevermore The prisoner is hurting and ****** His name is “Gefangene,” the second of two After Richard, before the crimson mess He is crying for a ****** towel carried by A handicap clutches Mama’s leg Aware that he cannot cry as she shuffles him out Wary that outside her skirts is the hunt The handicap is hurting so badly His name is Gene, the second of three After Richard, before the new bump He is unwilling to believe A kaleka holds tight to his brother’s back Aware that he is a burden Wary that he is a load The kaleka is waiting, waiting. His name is Gene, second of three After Richard, before Theresa The kaleka is ready for release The dziecko holds again to Mama’s skirt Aware that he is now free to leave Wary that he will never be independent The dziecko is elated and mourning His name is Gene, the second of three Before Theresa, after Richard The dziecko will never be the same Sixty five years later Gene holds Rosie’s hand tight Aware that he is old now, having lived fully Wary that death is imminent at last The great-grandfather is peaceful and content His name is Tata, Grandpa, Gene, husband, and more He is the last one left of his war The survivor is ready to reunite with his family He gives thanks to Hattie’s skirts That kept him alive though the hurts.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC

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Hattie's Skirts

A baby clutches his mother’s dress Unaware of how it will save his life Unwary of the saving grace that will come to rest The child is soft and clean His name is Eugenius, the second of three After Richard, before Michal He is just a babe, no bigger than an infant can be A toddler clutches his mother’s dress, the hem Unaware of tragedy Unwary of the Horror that awaits him The child is frightened and shaking His name is Gene, the second of three After Richard, before Michal He is just a little one, no taller than Mama’s knee A child clutches his mother’s hand Unaware from behind her skirt as they are herded Unwary of the disaster to come from the cart His name is Genie, the second of three Before Mikey, after Richie He is just a child, no higher than Tata’s knee A boy holds his brother’s hand tight Unaware of the danger he is in Unwary that the coin from Mama’s skirts will save his life The boy is healthy and strong, though not for long His name is Gene, the second of three Before Michal, after Richard He is naïve, but soon to grow up prematurely A prisoner holds his own shirt, unsure Unaware of the pain that is coming Unwary that he shall walk away nevermore The prisoner is hurting and ****** His name is “Gefangene,” the second of two After Richard, before the crimson mess He is crying for a ****** towel carried by A handicap clutches Mama’s leg Aware that he cannot cry as she shuffles him out Wary that outside her skirts is the hunt The handicap is hurting so badly His name is Gene, the second of three After Richard, before the new bump He is unwilling to believe A kaleka holds tight to his brother’s back Aware that he is a burden Wary that he is a load The kaleka is waiting, waiting. His name is Gene, second of three After Richard, before Theresa The kaleka is ready for release The dziecko holds again to Mama’s skirt Aware that he is now free to leave Wary that he will never be independent The dziecko is elated and mourning His name is Gene, the second of three Before Theresa, after Richard The dziecko will never be the same Sixty five years later Gene holds Rosie’s hand tight Aware that he is old now, having lived fully Wary that death is imminent at last The great-grandfather is peaceful and content His name is Tata, Grandpa, Gene, husband, and more He is the last one left of his war The survivor is ready to reunite with his family He gives thanks to Hattie’s skirts That kept him alive though the hurts.