Mama and Daddy keep the doors locked at night
So we’re safe
So nothing bad gets in
And us kids are safe
And can’t get out without them knowing
When I’m bigger, I’ll have keys to all the doors
And then I can run
.
Now I ‘m the mama and I keep the doors locked at night
So we’re safe
So nothing bad gets in
And the kids are safe
And can’t get out without my knowing
So many locks, so many doors, so many choices
So many decisions
When they’re bigger, they’ll all get their own keys
And then I can run
.
The attendants keep the doors locked day and night
So everyone is safe
So nothing bad gets in
And the residents are all safe
And don’t wander off and get lost
No keys needed now, just waiting for that last door to open
And then I can run
.
(OctPoWriMo 2019, Day 5, Prompt: Doorways, Suggested form/format: The Bop)
I love the progression and the subject. Your poem draws the reader in.
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Reblogged this on Writing and Reflections and commented:
Another fabulous poem for Day 5 of OctPoWriMo!
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Wonderful! For many mothers their function is that and nothing else. No one ever lets them run free, until the end.
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