I’m sorry I’m not perfect

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Wind swept through Essie’s hair
she sat silently, eyes shut tight
in sunday finery she was still visible
the voices could still be heard

she did not mean to break the cup, it fell
out of her hand, in slow motion she watched as
it spiralled towards the floor; splintering on the slate
she saw the shadowed footsteps

Essie turned her head, as the hand swung
her tears mixed in her apology, she heard
her father yell in anger, she wished she was
the wind as her mother struck the second blow


One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – without peeking!

About ramblingsfromamum

Writing is as natural to me as breathing. I shall never cease walking the path to find the writer within. I hope that you walk beside me on my journey of self discovery. I am the Author of The Empty Nest - A Mother's Hidden Grief (E Pub) through Amazon & Lulu. Born under the star sign of Cancer ~ 19th July Thank you for stopping by. Jenny - Melbourne Australia
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8 Responses to I’m sorry I’m not perfect

  1. sakuraandme says:

    OMG! You guys are good! I want to go save the sweet thing from evil! Great poem. Hugs Paula xxxxx

  2. Pingback: Great Bloggers/Friends #9 – Jenny @ http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/ | Looking for reasoning to a complicated world

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