Monday, March 2, 2015

Conclusions



Conclusions

A small child sits quietly reading a book
The mother is outfitted with a meager look
No ring on her finger, no man by her side
She’s carrying herself with ego and pride.
“Mommy, I’m cold,” the little girl says with a cry
The mother looks back with certain evil in her eye.
Her skimpy tank top is cut way too low
Flaunting her cleavage for some naïve young beau.
The child not dressed for the too cool air
Mother oblivious, sits with a blank stare
How do I know what goes on in her life?
Perhaps it’s been filled with heartbreak and strife.
The child is interracial I can tell from her skin,
My mind is convicted from this judgment of sin
Little girl’s finger slides deep into her nose,
I feel so sad, wish I could give her new clothes.
Conclusions we draw from just a short look
Become the characters in the writer’s next book.