A Bell

My mother says we must board this train
Although I cannot see her anywhere.
We lost each other an hour or more ago.
She wont say where we are going.
So I am being clever enough to section the throng
As I search for her.
There are hundreds in this yard.

She and my little sister (she's eight and my patience
Is thin with her but growing fatter I think)
Were jostled away from me.
There they are!
As usual the shrimp is crying like a clown
Sitting down crying for daddy.
I never noticed until now how loose mothers rings are.
How pale she is.

It makes no sense to me why moving
Us all at once is the plan.
I would have thought any man would have seen
The horrible logistics.
But I'm a mere thirteen and know nothing.

My mother says we must board this train that
Looks like a cattle truck.
We are heading towards something better they say
But I suppose it will be another ghetto.

When I'm a grown-up I want to be in charge of myself.
When we arrive I will try to be better.
Someone said our destination began with a bell.
I think that sounds quite pretty.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-04 at 01:04

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
A lot more in this I think - It reminded me of what happens to families in times of war - where fate takes a cruel hand - as we've seen so many times, the innocents suffer

Elle x
2008-10-04


Amy Valentina
Sure, when we have to obey others simply because we are too young to be heard is irritating.
A good one.
Well potrayed frustration...
2008-10-04