Friday, May 29, 2009

broken

He can't walk she quietly complained
can you check his legs I think he's in pain
maybe his toe, it's fused and it's hurting
maybe he's slow because he's not eating

His arm it's not moving I thought I heard her saying
please doctor check it make sure it's not aching
what if something happened
what if someone hurt him

He lay in her arms listless and not moving
his tiny body limp helpless unassuming
his father now long gone, his only hope
his mother I pondered with a frown

And then much too soon the pieces all fit in
I knew I had the answers the ones I wished I didn't
I eyed her with contempt all innocence forgotten
I spit the words out harshly his every bone is broken

© labujamra