Diane DeBella – Growing Pains

June 30, 2014 | By | 2 Replies More

I watch you climb down
the still-too-big-for-your-legs steps
of the school bus.
Eyes averted,
chin firmly attached
to your chest,
you stare intently
at your sneakers as your feet shuffle
along the sidewalk.

I know without asking.

I feel the sting
of the bully’s words,
cutting through me,
slicing open old scars,
causing them to bleed anew.

I cry blood red tears for you.

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Category: Knowing, Poetry, United States of America, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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  1. Tanisha Jackland says:

    It takes a lot of courage being a mother, especially a new mother. I don’t have children but if I did I can imagine I’d feel the pain of them, too. Great writing, here. Bravo!

  2. Ouch. I feel the mother’s pain for her son. I am sad for her, for her child. Nicely done.

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