POEM - Abandonment
I saw the bags by the door And wondered, "What are they for?"
Asking my mother, I said, "Momma, what are they for?"
She didn't answer with words
But rather actions instead
She pat
My head
And took the bags
Out the door.
I never saw her face again.
I forget
What it was like.
Now I cry In my bed To fall asleep at night.
I don't know why
But it hurts so bad
To have lost
My mother
So young, and so sad.
