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see the photo above the mantle
three children pose in the sunlight wearing their best on Easter morning in the center the eldest girl wearing a pale pink cape a creation her mother has sewn to improve her appearance on one side stands the youngest boy freckle-faced and squinty-eyed wearing a plaid jacket sewn also by the mother a project more complicated and challenging and hence more suitable for her favored one on the left side but meaning something more sinister in the real true sense leans the middle son the first son born only favored of the Father his face filled with laughter his mouth a raucous twisting smile he is bent backwards in a grimace of joy he's not looking into the camera he wears a navy blue vest and a red bowtie the armor of the fool and the clown now see how the curtains are closed in the house behind them hiding all of the little horrors within away from the prying eyes of neighbors what do you see do you notice how two of them are holding hands on one side and how one child stands slightly apart barely smiles this will tell you something about the future Copyright June 19 2016 All Rights Reserved By this AUTHUR Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World This Writer Reserves and Retains all LEGAL RIGHTS TO THIS POEM NOW WE ALL FALL DOWN WRITTEN JUNE 19 2016 at 12:06PM PST I have refashioned this poem as a result of a negative experience at one of those little cheese and wine affairs a poetry meet-up. I did not think it needed clarification but because of the piling on that took place at a poetry meet up I have nipped and tucked this in surgically. It still suits my sensibilities in the end. Which it should since I am the writer and this is my story. Some critics insists on being right and when they have a little too much wine obtuse about their behavours. A little too much alcohol only seems to make some people's demons that much more shiny. Alcohol doesn't turn people into demons. There is no such thing as demon alcohol. It is the other way around. Vote for this poem |
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