Ivory Scarf and Pink Sneakers

by Maple Tree   Mar 1, 2018

Expressions rage cross my face
while fingers tap away on counter tops,
time bombs within my life have been
unbearable, still I stand within puddles;

before my feet.

I wear protection like a crown
shrouded by stubbornness,
because how else could I survive;

In this city.

Nobody knows my child is dying
(unless I tell them), as they stare at me,
while wiping their child's nose;

I want to cry.

Strangers assume I'm happy
while I shuffle through these streets
adorned in an ivory scarf and pink sneakers,
I'm not the only mother who aches
so bad that her nails sting from anxiety...

but I sure do feel alone.

I'm gutted, empty and helpless
and yet I continue to walk by old churches
that haunt me, wave hello to bank tellers
and help little old ladies across the street;

because it's the only way I'm going to
get through this nightmare alive.


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  • 1 week ago

    by Ren

    Congrats on your win, Andrea <3

  • 1 week ago

    by Hope

    Creative poem

  • 1 week ago

    by C Cattaway

    Really beautifully written.
    Congratulations on the win.
    Catherine x

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Congratulations on the win. Best wishes to you and your family.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Nee

    Wonderfully sad, Andrea. Congratulations for the win beautiful.

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