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| Karen O’Leary |
Thin
dirty
street urchin—
his gaze locks hers.
Bearing a sandwich,
she points to a park bench.
He snarfs down her offering.
“My step beat me and kicked me out.
You’re the lady from the soup kitchen.”
“Your step beat your mom. She’s dead… He’s in jail…
He’s been charged with murder with no bail.”
The teen paled, staring in silence.
“I’m so glad to have found you.
I am a foster mom.
Please come home with me.
We’ll work things out
together.”
Today’s
hope.
Dear Sunil,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for publishing my poem in your beautiful journal. Wishing you ongoing success with Setu. Have a good day.
Blessings,
Karen
A good one, Karen. I enjoyed reading it. I know there are so many incidences like that one out there in this world in which we live. Thanks for sharing it with us. Sara Kendrick
ReplyDeleteThis poem tells a complex story of the harshness of life for some and then the humanity of others. What I find surprising is how involved and detailed this poem is, being told in only a few lines. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words. I appreciate the encouragement.
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Congratulations on getting published here Karen, I can see why with such a thoughtful poem. Many assumptions are often made of those we actually probably know least about. A warm heart and little direction together with two minds working out an issue can help crack the toughest issues and deal a gentler lifestyle. A good one for the muse, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your insightful thoughts. I appreciate the encouragement and support.
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Dear Sara,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words on my poem. It is greatly appreciated.
Karen
When 2 strangers meet...is it fate or coincidence? I like the theme of this poem, Karen. This world is full of people who merit a home and love.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Paul, for your kind words. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
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