Sixth birthday party
Decorations dangled with streams
A green jungle made heartily
Mother gone to extremes
When the guests left
The party didn't end
I danced with deft
But the night bent
Father offered milk to my cake
I accepted the large glass
Fingers trembled and shaked
The cup fell with a loud crash
I knew
He would fume with my slip
Yell and throw the chairs
If he knew I lost my grip
There could be no repair
A child's natural reaction to fear:
Hide themselves and cry
Yet when I poured out my tears
My home contorted awry
My mother took the punishment
Gasping and coughing as she fell
He stalked away in an instant
Moral to the experience
The lesson I learned
When I turned six
Don't cry over spilt milk...
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My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
