Sunday Memoir
It was a teddy bear
Just lying there
On the floor
The baby had thrown it out
And then cried about
But the gun ended it
In father’s mental fit
No need now for a bear
Or a father to care
Silence so deafening
The air now thickening.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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