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Monday, October 20, 2014

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Do you miss me


Can you see
How your little boy
Has grown
You left me behind
When you went on
Your little journey
Mother mother can you see
How your going
Has left me
Did you know
You would see me breaking
Your monument and leaving only
Your moniker

Chris McQueeney 10/20/14


The poem was brought about from an image prompt By Tess over at The Mag please go check out what others have come up with from the prompt………






10 comments:

Brian Miller said...

i would like to think that they can see..i hope they can see what we made of ourselves after them...and the influence they had on us...

Kay said...

Such a strong poem...wonderful.

Ginny Brannan said...

Abandonment breeds anger, how sad. I believe those who've passed are still near, but those who've just left? Without knowing the reasons, hard to judge. But always remember, more their loss, not yours.

Berowne said...

In a word, fascinating...

Carrie Van Horn said...

Thought provoking...certainly something we always ponder...do our loved ones still see what they have left behind....I believe they do....great piece Chris! :-)

Helen said...

A most unique response to Tess' challenge. .. I enjoyed this.

Other Mary said...

As I read this it's ambiguous whether the narrator's mother died or just left. And I think it really works well, as I think children often feel abandoned when a parent dies. You touch some very deep hurt here either way.

Kutamun said...

Oh how i have wanted to call in an airstrike on my own position ...at mommies graveside

Tess Kincaid said...

Unexpected twist at the end...nicely done...

Helen Bauch McHargue said...

The plaintiff first line - nobody could resist reading on. Beautiful.