The Rest of the Story of Mom

Hiding behind the sweet sounds of crying.

Slumping low below the kitchen counter.

Counting tile, after tile, after tile.

Easing her hand with her other hand.

Sweeping the rest behind some soft curtain.

Panicked and begging for Jesus.

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Dolemite, Jul 28, 2012

Another powerful capture of a striking event, Michael.

Sally Houtman, Jul 28, 2012

Oh, wow. A whole, terrifying story in a few short lines.

Powerful work.

Michael Tusa, Jul 28, 2012

Thanks guys! Glad you all are enjoyed it.

Bill Yarrow, Jul 30, 2012

Nice.

Consider taking out the last line--end with Jesus, make it all couplets.

Michael Tusa, Jul 31, 2012

Thanks Bill, I actually like that suggestion a lot. It felt a little weird ending on the last line.

Emily Bertholf, Aug 01, 2012

Wow. Fave.

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