Monday, March 28, 2011

Dysfunctional

This is a poem I wrote some time ago, during a particularly hard time in my extended family, when I was grieving the tragic affect of unkind words between the adults on the children in our families.


Like flying glass


we crash against each other,


shattering,
‘til, jagged shards,
we fall


on the children below.

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