The infant’s face turns purple
His first display of anger
The mother yells and threatens
The boy’s anger masks his fear
The mother abandoned his formula
Their hunger will follow him
The little girl’s face freezes
Her first visceral reaction
The dad yells and threatens
Her paralysis masks her fear
The father postured and struck
Their terror will follow her
Pivot: The new mom smiles
She can’t help but fawn
Pivot: The boy yells and threatens
Her terror trapped so deep
Pivot: The teen strikes the mother
Our karma is a wilderness
This poem came out of The Writing Room led by
Ellen Morris Prewitt where we distilled a narrative into multiple forms.
[Thank you for reading my writing; I love hearing from you and
would love to gather your responses here, instead of on social media.]
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