Tin Can Kid
Happy (dead) Mother's Day.
A fistful of flowers for your final resting place.
Wasn't blessed with the time to know you.
Your demise was far swifter than your time.
Just a few clips on a strip of 8mm film
From that ancient time:
Your smile was sweet and wide.
A cat named Blue.
A piggyback ride
A split lip from a tin can kid.
Black crows surrounding a bloody bed.
A silver music box to remind me of your death.
Time is gracious, to sweep the rot from inside the head.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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