This is an intriguing take on the prompt..! Loved it :Dxoxo
This is deeply moving and heartbreaking. Mothers have all the power in the world to destroy their kids with their own brokenness. This is a warning to me. I must be more durable than this.Incredible writing.
Mothers certainly have a way of knowing. It is all about the kids welfare uppermost!Hank
A catchpenny bird! I had to look it up to see if it was actually a thing. What ever made you decide on that image? Whatever the reason, it's awesome. From the mouths of babes, so they say, and little Miss Catchpenny is right. If it's coming atcha it's coming atcha. This is classic MZ.
Catchpenny bird, a very intriguing image MZ ~ Thanks for participating and wishing you happy weekend ~
So moving. And thank you for a new word.
I, too, was struck by the catchpenny bird....how very cool!
The feeling of all that smashed glass is subtle but also not so subtle here and very strong, thanks. k.
I like your poem today but the catchpenny birds are strange to me. Sucking slivers, pinching them, and trying to pull them with your teeth kept a lot of us busy back when. ..
reminds me of the Sprouse -Ritz 5 and Dime, when I was a kid, somehow ~
To be stuck like that - it takes a mother to reduce kids like that, intriguing choice of words.
Can't quite decide if this is gorgeous or horrifying. Maybe both.
In childhood, we often did not realise that things could break until they were broken. You always write so feelingly of that period of lifespan.
This poem is one to cut your fingers on, for sure. Kids soft little flesh is way too easily damaged by the shattering of brittle things. An excellent job of showing not telling, of letting the image speak for itself.
I read this several times... left me sad at remembrances of my childhood and my Mom. Not every grown-up is grown-up. Strong piece of writing.
Love the catchpenny bird. That's a new one for me.I found this intriguing. It has a sense of "pay attention."
Love this. Feel heartbroken for the kids.
We can't hold back the wind though we fret there must be a way. I was a child of splinters also. Beautiful piece
sometimes, ok most of the time you leave me incapable of forming an appropriate or not comment, you're awesome
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