Mother smacks the hand of greedy child fingers.
She scolds with firm words to not take what isn't yours.
Child's eyes well up with tears, a blister on his thumb.
He places the cookie back on the shelf and rubs his tummy so.
Mother smacks the mouth of thoughtless child lips.
She scolds with firm words to think before you speak.
Child's eyes well up with tears, his lips all swollen red.
He puts ice on his tongue and looks down in shame.
Mother smacks the feet of anxious child toes.
She scold with firm words to stay where he belongs.
Child's eyes well up with tears, his toe is callused hard.
He closes Bedroom Door and stays there all that night.
Mother smacks the ears of curious child head.
She scolds with firm words not to listen to private things.
Child's eyes well up with tears, his head will give a throb.
He sits out on Front Porch and plugs his ears with his thumbs.
But Mother no longer smacks greedy child's hands;
Grown Son has learned to not take what isn't yours.
Mother no longer smacks thoughtless child's mouth;
Grown Son has learned to think before you speak.
Mother no longer smacks anxious child's feet;
Grown Son has learned to stay where he belongs.
And Mother no longer smacks curious child's ears,
Because Grown Son has learned to not listen to private things.
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
