Caution! Children Crossing

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What more can one say,

when all has dried up and gone away?

Everything about those words…a remembrance of home.

Dime store cares.

Never ending promises of…love.

On depleting stairs.

Steps alluding to family value.

Nothing but cross talk at a three-legged table.

Mothers eating their young.

Leaving the innocent…culpable and unable.

Upon a distant alcove…a three legged bed.

Unheeded guidance lay dormant.

A future crumpled, misconstrued…

It is bred, brooding and fed.jd-1

Crossing Burden

Maybe within a brass key.

Or, a handed down skeleton.

Or, a locket.

Or, a gifted rosary.

Sliced Americana dimmed in privacy.

Hoarder’s paradise brimming over with pride.

Feelings covered with rusted remains.

At the sign of the cross succumbed dismay.

And, the behold linger too much…they may go blind

So deep are these commanding cankers…

That over turned chairs and broken screams appear submissive and kind.

Trash shielding the burdened mind.