today i sat in the stairwell
of my little church
tears rolled down my cheeks
and splashed into your
mussed up blonde hair
you kicked
and screamed
and fought
one arm broke free
and nails that i try
to keep trimmed
clawed my face
i whispered my mantra
over
and
over again
children are a blessing
from the Lord
just as they are
Children are a Blessing
from the LORD
JUST AS THEY ARE
the other hand broke
free this time
it grabbed a handful of my hair
and you thrashed against me
time slowed down
i knew what was coming
your beautiful head bent forward
and then slammed back
into my nose
in that moment
the cinder block wall that
i braced myself against
met my head
tiny pricks of light
danced in front of my eyes
then i said the words
that i cannot take back
why can't you be normal
the words became stone
sunk into my belly and grew hot
i crumpled to the
floor beside your thrashing body
mother of the freaking year
No comments:
Post a Comment