BEHIND BARS; SEPARATED
She sat in her high-back wheeled chair
A white board resting above her knees
Head tilted to the left, thoughts unclear,
And rocking about, back and forth, back and forth,
Impatiently.
The silent atmosphere consumed the stay.
Thursday afternoon of early December, it was,
And on her white board small sheets lay
Happy. Sad. Scared. Anxious. Exited.
It says.
I ask, “how do you feel,
About your children coming to visit?”
Her eyes, gray and worn, signals toward the word
“happy,”
a second past by, her thoughts shifted
“sad,” her eyes casted.
“Did you mean happy and sad?”
She blinks,
her eyes tell me a whole different story.
Only once she had held them in her arms,
Her own children,
and only once she had heard their breath
Since the day her triplets were born.
Tragedy. Oxygen loss
Divorced and locked, her love,
In an angry struggle over their children
They had once dreamed and prayed of
Now all have disappeared,
Beyond her sight.
Lost and trapped in her body
She can only blink;
Motionless, she fights alone
to see her children once again.
Her name,
Abbie Dorn.
I could see the poem is about relationship with a girl and her mother who has difficulties in her body.. It is narrative but you should contain meter too. Otherwise it's good:)
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