Little Trouble

Fours years old, troubled and wondering, eyes dart left and right, eyes on the door again, little heart beats he hears the feet, the tap on the door unfulfilled, goes to school tries to fit in, others have fathers why not him, he withdraws emotionally unable to share, every time his mother meets a man hopes soar, again and again he feels let down, begins to be independent doesn’t listen to anyone, his way of coping I suppose too young for medication, year rolls his hopes rise and fall, the father he yearns for where he wonders, men like mammy but it’s only for a night, they fill her with compliments he’s a source of discomfort each night, not that they worry about his welfare, it’s hard to do the mother when he’s there, he hears the passion the gasps and the shrieks, so this is growing up his respect for women complete, is soon worn out emotionally drained, you grab you steal your in charge, well it was the way he grew up, it’s the only example and it’s emotionally secure, no need for feelings or dreams, years later doing time in prison no one comes to visit him, and society wonders whatever happened to that sweet little man,  little problems,Image amen.

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