Behind the Photo

“I’m sorry.”

Muttered softly.

Keep your head down child,

Don’t you dare cry.

Showing weakness is not an option,

Not if we want to get out of here intact.

We stand side by side,

Trying hard to stay strong.

“I’m sorry.”

Is muttered as dinner is pulled from the oven,

The smoke alarm blaring.

Keep your head down mom,

Don’t you dare cry. 

Showing weakness is not an option,

Not if we want to get out of here intact.

We stand side by side,

Trying hard to stay strong.

“I’m sorry.”

Is whispered as she scrambles to pick up the pieces.

Keep your head down sister,

Don’t you dare cry. 

Showing weakness is not an option,

Not if we want to get out of here intact.

We stand side by side,

Trying hard to stay strong.

 

“Smile!”

She yells as she takes the photo.

“Act like you love each other!”

She forces us to put are arms around one an another,

Smile, she says. Smile.

Pretended like you love each other.

Smile,

Everyone wants to see a happy family. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

MeMeTammy

Sad and intense.

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