Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted June 15, 2024

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A father and daughter pretend cars are pirate ships

Pirate Ships

by Pamusart

She watches folded flag set down
on mama’s lap while Susie cries 
Her father’s open casket now
Is closed amid a bunch of lies 
Nobody knows the half of it
Not mama, Susie, Sam or Bill
Her tummy hurts a little bit 
so mama gives another pill
That kernel that becomes the truth
develops in her childhood brain
She doesn’t want to seem uncouth 
She’ll wait until no folks remain
She started with her father’s zest
pretending cars were pirate ships
Tonight fulfills her deadly quest 
He swerves too late, the brakes have slipped
They hit a tree and now she's free 
Her father, though, is strapped right in
Seems all she did was scrape her knee
But, he can not escape his sin
He used to see her ev’ry night
right after mama made her rounds
She’d wished him dead with all her might
and now he’s almost underground



It is often hard to tell when/if a child has been abused

Here, this little girl has to watch her father being hailed as a hero. She knows better she plans to tell her mom after the service

Did she do anything to cause the crash? That mystery will just have to stay a mystery.

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