This was not a happy childhood
She stood at the windowwaiting for her husband
who should be home
He had been away
a few days
He arrived
picked the suitcase
packed
and walked away
She was standing
at the window
waiting for him
The boy was
under the table
writing numbers
in his note pad
He used to
get food
in school.
Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-06-26 at 18:34
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