some children
won't leave, won't work
won't listen.
yet they were so
pliable and sweet
when very young.
you gave them everything.
all their wishes,
fulfilling each daily
need
and desire,
dropping everything
to please and comfort them.
stay home, you told them.
no need to go
to school today.
be with me.
the world was theirs
to hold
in their
tiny hands. and now
they lock the door
to their room.
they grunt and moan on cue.
they are gone, but they
are here, unmoved
anymore
by your strangling
love.
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