Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Michelle D'costa- A Poem

MOTHER

Rusted swings
Creak
Loneliness

Their seats
Too small
For my grown kids

My ears
Seek
Their laugh

As I propel them
With my wrinkled hands
To achieve greater heights

My ears
Seek
Their cry

When they fall
From those heights

But all I smell now
Is rust

Very soon
This too
Will only be a memory
Just like my kids



Michelle is 22 yrs old. 
She never imagined she would be writing so much someday. 
Follow her fiction/poetry here 

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