Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Alphabe-Thursday: The Letter Y
Yonder 'neath the Yellow pine
Sits the Youth with his makeshift shrine.
Young, carefree and full of life?
No, rather his days are filled with strife.
Yearning for a savior to Yank him away
From the Yelling and abuse that comes his way.
Listening to the chorus of Yellowbird's song
Wondering what it was that he did wrong.
Yelping from the pain of his tears
The Youngest decides to face his fears.
So upon the sacrificial altar he sets
His father's gin and his mom's cigarettes.
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Oh Polly, how I love this. My Best has two adopted children. This so gives them a voice. THANKS.
Yes, you did it again. What a tough life for a young child!
My thanks to my sweet Munchie Boy who decided to get into character for the accompanying photograph.
That was great!!!
Wonderful, touching post. Oh for a world where no child had to live such a life. Kat
I love reading these Polly!
I left you an award on my blog today. :)
http://musingsofacatholiclady.blogspot.com/2010/07/award-time.html
great stuff polly and good for him...got a few things i could stand to sacrifice myself..smiles.
you always have the ability to write a poem about ?- post...
very creative work.
Polly:
You manage all the letters tactfully. The rhyme, the rhyme. While it did flow ta da ta da ta da, the fourth line the tune was not sitting well.
I sang this. Can you believe that?
Joy and love,
Susan
The photograph is so compelling and your words just made it painful and raw and touching. Wonderful.
So much truth in this one...I simply hate domestic violence, the yelling the fighting....but it is real and needs to be addressed...bkm
you have such a wonderful talent!
Such a thought provoking Y post, superb.
Maggie
so fabulous! AS ALWAYS!
thank you for your inspiring words!
I was wondering what you were going to write for Y, so I am stopping here, even though I should be looking at the odd numbered posts!
What a beautiful poem about neglected children.
Best wishes,
Anna
Anna's Y-words
You paint a devastating, heart-breaking picture this week, Polly.
It haunts.
Great poem, Polly! It's sad but it's also the reality for some children out there.
I love the picture!
Wishing for peace and a way out for that youth.
Wow, this is so beautifully written. Loved it. And sending positive thoughts to the children who live this everyday.
Too sad and too true.
another good one....
fantastic poem :D
This is so sad and moving. Love the way you set up the photo, too.
what happens after Z?
another fantastic one, Polly. YOu blow me away every time.
Your poem, artfully done, breaks my heart. So many adopted children, including my own, never totally recover from their early trauma.
Cee
this is such a beautiful poem...and it speaks so clearly to the forgotten truth of parental strife.
This one's a little close to the bone.
oh my goodness. that was fantastic. Best read of the week. Simply wonderful. I am at a loss for words.
Polly.
Almost speechless.
Teary eyed.
It's so ironic that you can tell the picture is your son...and not "that child" but your words convey so much sadness that I can easily superimpose that vision onto the photo.
What an intense stop on our little journey through Alphabe-Thursday's letter "Y"!
Thank you.
You humble me.
A+
Wow, just wow. So heartfelt and heartbreaking. I can imagine some kids feels this way. Great Y post.
I am so moved by this poetry. Sad and intense.
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