DECEMBER 5, 2015 / DBKERR visit Her
Daddy rages, Mommy cries,
What about me?
the little child sighs.
No home for my own
yet I have two.
Never alone
but always lonely.
Mourning for one
while with the other.
Never enjoying
without feeling guilt.
I have my spaces.
My objects surround me,
yet I can’t remember
where my teddy bear is.
Is it here or there?
I want two kisses goodnight
from two people –
not the bemused, exhausted
brush of one’s lips
on my brow.
No one asked me
when the choice was made.
I got the leftovers.
Small wonder I am scared,
so angry I want nothing more
than to strike out
at the ones I love most.
Hear me . . .
when can I speak?
yet I can’t remember
where my teddy bear is.
Is it here or there
