by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
momma, don't be angry
is it something that we did
momma, don't ignore us
as we climb on top your bed
momma, we are hungry
it is past time we were fed
momma, you can't feed us
if you don't get out of bed
we're just little children
and we do not understand
why you lie there staring
at our tiny outstretched hands
momma, please forgive us
you're so far away it seems
we're young and we don't know
just what nervous breakdown means
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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ABOUT THE POET ~
American poet and writer whose work has been published both on and off line. Poet is included in the International Who's Who in Poetry and World Who's Who. She has performed poetry readings in Florida.
Last updated October 21, 2011