The Ceramic Cookie Jar
"Don't go back there" she says to me
she knows how bad a memory can be
let your uncle in reach for the stool
four years old, too young for school
When the shift work was done,
she'd come home on the run
to find her children broken up,
like two little sorry pups ;
A broken sink a shattered soul
what could possibly be her goal
another dollar in the cookie jar ?
well she didn't pass the bar ....
When the wolf was done he left
one babbling child and a wounded cleft
"don't go back there," the mind says to me
you need to clear all that past debris.
October 11, 2019
Contest : My favorite junkyard
Sponsor: Craig.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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