Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Nothing Died Today

Nothing died today, unlike yesterday,
when I cleaned my daughter's aquarium
and killed every single frog -
Nemo and the snails she had caught at the pond -

all floating

Nobody cried today, unlike yesterday,
when I confessed
that I am a murderess
with mollusk and amphibian skills fatally flawed.
My angel held in her tears,
so I wouldn't feel guilty and all.

I'm a terrible mom.
A terrible mom.

I have no pride today, unlike yesterday,
when I acted in charge of the world -
until I was taken apart
by a look from a brown-eyed girl

that I'm not anointed,

but what can I say?

Nothing died today.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads


Jane Dougherty said...

Oh dear. There's no sin worse in the eyes of a child than killing a friend. I hope you make it up in time :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, I can see that look from a brown-eyed girl, but admire her tact in holding in her tears. Motherhood keeps us humble, for sure. And you would not BELIEVE how long their memories are. Smiles. I am still called on the carpet regularly for stuff that happened in 1976.

Kerry O'Connor said...


bubbles said...

Excellent poem, Kell.

Timoteo said...

Unintentional, right? Still the guilt...oh, I know guilt. Trust me.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Vulnerable and relatable. Excellent.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is soo touching, I hope she doesn't hold a grudge for long.

Anonymous said...

Wow! This is so moving. Day by day childhood dies... but not today.

SuyashJ said...

Damn. So many feels. Well written .

Magaly Guerrero said...

I can picture the tears-about-to-spill-look... and completely understand both, speaker and subject.

rallentanda said...

Yes, this will be a good topic for 'show and tell 'at school
How my Mom murdered all my pets!

The Bizza said...

This is moving and honest. put a lump in my throat when reading it.

brudberg said...

Oh you captured that look so perfectly...

grapeling said...


sorry. ~