Mother’s Shades

By Damien Knight 
Shaking sweat the brow emits

The grip lost on lose finger tips

A broken quiver of the lips

As speech is lost on the tongue 

A swallow regains no words

And mother is left unheard 

The child shrinks to be unseen

The sweat drips a druken sheen 

With its rage only a tainted memory

The man cannot make her unsee

Nor can he unpaint her face

The shades hiding her disgrace 

All while the young one whimpers

A world of shattered glass unsure

How does one move past the hate

Before the gun and it’s too late?

2 comments on “Mother’s Shades

  1. Ingrid says:

    I hope you were not the child. Nice capture


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