Far from Freddie
yet still rife
with dread
where
the walls
lined with tiny dancers
demons
under the bed
My mother
a nonbeliever
through and through
sat me at the formica table
to memorize
the lords prayer
with much ado
Hurling rhubarb
in the hall
snapping bones
in a fall
Jealous
Jehovah
witnessed
the death of Santa Claus
by her own hand
Covetous
Cousins
purloined
the pool
with a false promise land
and yet
here I thought I was safe
a red baby grand piano standing sentinel
in the parlor
peering
Little house on the prairie
through the lattice
an emerald ring
on my tiny finger
Until one late afternoon
bled into night
and she said
we were never going back
home
all good things
they say must come
to an
end
November Poetry Project
11 of 30
Nice rhyming.
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