Shutup
...glass shattered
sharp words broke rare
seconds of peace
a slammed door masked
the silent echo
of tears
no one to hold
helplessness
no hope to caress-
to console.
A limp dragging broom
brushing the slivers of sobs
into a twinkling pile of nothings
but broken yesterdays
and dreaded tomorrows
and wishes better spent
on these rare moments
of silence
for a child too scared to yell
Mommy
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2017
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