Teedy Dawn Poems

Harold and Betty, a nice couple I’m told,
Adopted a boy, just seven days old.
This perfect arrival, so rosy and sweet,
Gave Harold and Betty a family complete.
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As I lay down upon your bed,
A million thoughts run through my head,
Not least of all, I have to wonder,
Why you chose to work ‘down-under’.
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Its mammography day, ‘hip hip hooray’, I’m really not that scared,
I’ve had a few; I’m quite expert and thoroughly prepared.

The waiting room is always cold and full of anxious faces,
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I fear my little child.

I fear that she will not feed and grow strong and healthy,
I fear that she will stop breathing when I am out of the room or selfishly asleep,
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It really is annoying when you can't read black on white,
You just get lost so easily because you can't tell left from right.
When words all look like pictures and letters jump around,
And mathematics baffles you because it has no sound.
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Oh America.
Can’t you hear her?
Your mother is crying.
She mourns her lost sons and daughters who blood lies sacrificed on some other distant shore.
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If hell is other people...then you are my road to heaven,
I trust you with my life and would offer mine in return,
To you my imperfections are of no consequence,
You do not speak harshly of me to others,
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Small piece of white, marbled soap,
Sitting neatly beneath the china bowl.
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No more the gentle song of spring,
No more the touch of anything,
No more the guiding, tender hand,
No more to walk upon this land.
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