Uwe Stroh Poet Narrative

Stealing From Your Mother

I took ten dollars
From my mothers purse
As a child
To buy lollies
And the like
There was lots
Of money in that purse
A few days later
At the dinner table
My parents discussed
Where that ten 
Might have gone
They had all kinds
Of theories but
Never blamed us kids
That gnawed at my
Conscience
I never owned up
But never stole 
Again.

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