Wayward Wheel: A Sonnet

Juniper Russo
Your eyes perspired, like bleak obsidian,
Fixed on the photo you found in my folder.
It's of me, at nineteen, in youthful oblivion,
Your father's arm draped over my shoulder.

"I really miss him," you cried to me, then,
With it pressed 'gainst your small, aching chest.
Years of mistakes passed back through me when
I remembered how I'd felt so blessed.

My failures and pitfalls pump straight through your blood.
This is a curse that I can not reform.
I'd keep all this hurt for myself, if I could--
Bear it silently, a great, hidden thorn.

Sweet child: that pain is not yours that you feel--
You came into life aboard a wayward wheel.

Published by Juniper Russo - Featured Contributor in Health & Wellness and Lifestyle

Juniper Russo is a freelance writer living in the Southern US. She writes for several online and print-based publications and passionately advocates an evidence-based approach to holistic health and activism...  View profile

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  • Mike Spain4/22/2011

    heartfelt I liked!

  • Doug Clore4/22/2011

    Really lik ethe poem, especially the last two lines.

  • Jaipi Sixbear4/20/2011

    Very nice!

  • Marilisa Kinney Sachteleben4/20/2011

    Lovely verse, Madonna. Makes me want to hug the mama and the child.

  • Matthew Hartmann4/20/2011

    Very moving!

  • Davida Chazan4/20/2011

    A really good effort - such a sad subject and very moving.

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