memories from my Spanish childhood


the good

The home



with the long hair
The dog shitting on the pavement
The big dogs with the tiny
maids with whips
Whipping Whip Whipped


The home
with the honeyvomit smell
And the gardener
he had only four teeth none in front


My Mother
The bitter
And the sunfloweroil she gave her love
in plastic
plastic is cheaper


My Mother
The smoke that came from her mouth
And red nails around
scratching
never calm


My father
with the swollen stomach
never came to time
afterwards
the good hands holding
the glass




Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-04-03 at 16:55

Tags Betrayal 

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Zoya Zaidi
Very poignant!
Well expressed!
Beautifully written!
Bravo!
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-04


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
right got it spain i know Malaga very well

rgds mike err sorry Miguel good poems keep them coming
2006-04-03