~Sophia's~ Choice

Hallmark Days

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, 03-18-2009 at 03:07 AM (1197 Views)

Some childhood memories 
should just be left at the curb 
along with the rest of the trash. 
Rancid, like a carton of milk
with a picture of a 
missing kid on the side
and a 40 year old 
Best Before date. 

I always thought Hall
missed the mark.  

Mom… 
this Mother’s Day  
I just wanted to say 
sorry you always felt 
I ruined your life on
the day I was born.  

Dad… 
It’s Father’s Day and
I want you to know 
the warm feeling of
your strong hands
around my throat 
stayed with me.

Updated 03-21-2009 at 12:46 PM by ~Sophia~ (removed a comma)

Categories: Finger Paintings (my other poems)

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Riesa - 03-19-2009 10:57 AM
unexpected, but poignant.
~Sophia~ - 03-19-2009 11:38 AM
Hi Riesa, like many others, my childhood left a lot to be desired. Thanks for noticing!
Riesa - 03-19-2009 02:45 PM
I wouldn't find it easy to write that honestly, I admire your courage.
kevinthediltz - 03-19-2009 02:55 PM
That was very powerful.
"the warm feeling of your hands around my throat"
Amazing line.
~Sophia~ - 03-19-2009 04:17 PM
It wasn't easy Riesa, but it kind of wrote itself. Hugs.

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Hi Kevin. It's not a warmth easily forgotten. Thanks for reading and the feedback!
Riesa - 03-20-2009 09:17 AM
I know what you mean, I have a few like that. Hugs, indeed.
Virgil - 03-20-2009 01:16 PM
Oh my gosh. I missed this yesterday. Fine poem Sophia. Powerful. I don't think you need the comma in that last stanza:

Dad… 
It’s Father’s Day and
I want you to know, 
~Sophia~ - 03-21-2009 12:45 PM
Hey Virgil! Sorry, I just noticed this! You are absolutely right about the comma and... presto, it's gone!