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Silt, Soot, and Sand
Lively listless little lonely child,
All senselessness is yours to reconcile.
Seesaw sifting silt, soot, and sand,
One day you won’t need those calloused hands.
Weepy Wednesdays waxing waning woes,
Your tears still hide in that corded phone.
Misinformed, misguided missing maps,
You hold a globe as though it’s inanimate.
Poppa, per proven paperworked paternity,
Momma said that man "ain't my daddy."
Begrudged, broken, bent, bemoaned breathlessly,
With no control, my father watched me leave.
Hissing hapless hours, harmful highway hotels,
Trailing behind was me, and new would be now.
Lithe, lonely little latchkey child,
One day you’ll heal from these wildfires.
Listless child, bright as a dandelion, you’ll find your peace in the silver lining.
© Betty B. Goodman
All senselessness is yours to reconcile.
Seesaw sifting silt, soot, and sand,
One day you won’t need those calloused hands.
Weepy Wednesdays waxing waning woes,
Your tears still hide in that corded phone.
Misinformed, misguided missing maps,
You hold a globe as though it’s inanimate.
Poppa, per proven paperworked paternity,
Momma said that man "ain't my daddy."
Begrudged, broken, bent, bemoaned breathlessly,
With no control, my father watched me leave.
Hissing hapless hours, harmful highway hotels,
Trailing behind was me, and new would be now.
Lithe, lonely little latchkey child,
One day you’ll heal from these wildfires.
Listless child, bright as a dandelion, you’ll find your peace in the silver lining.
© Betty B. Goodman
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