One Summer he asked me
to get his pack of cigarettes,
but I was not quick enough.
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Louise Marie-I don't know what made me leak more-the father's tempest raging against the child (you?) , or the lost child's (your) hopes found in the searchlights at night; the juxtaposition of the Lord's Prayer was a deft stroke. As sad as this poem is, it makes me happy to have read such thoughtful writing. Phillip
It is so sad to read about children being ill-treated and this poem shows how it must be for a child.
Dear Louise, This one struck a few nerves in me to say the least. One extremely good aspect of poetry is its therapeutic nature.
I'm not sure, i do like where it goes but think it could be much stronger.