Absolute Parents
Absolute parents.
Spare me.
At five the cuddle toys are taken away.
It said so in a book.
Matters not how much the child needs that bear.
Into the garbage it goes.
Pet chicken?
Let’s burn that alive to show
How cruel the world can be.
Child is alone,
No one to tell.
It was peeping and peeping.
We were kicking our Mom.
She is absolutely right all the time.
Disturbing her children in all ways.
Sad
Really.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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