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Mama
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Last week i read a story in the newspaper. A story of how three small children were found abandonded in their hame. Their Mother had died of a Drug overdose in a Park four days earlier. Her Male Companion had been arrested and charged with Manslaughter. He supplied the Drugs. ****************************************************
Mama They sit there in their �jamas On a cold hard wooden floor They are waiting for their mama To come walkin through the door Huddled �round a one bar heater They struggle to keep warm Mary�s cold does not get better Coughing racks her little form. Peter�s feet are turning blue A frosty breeze blows �neath the door He has no socks he has no shoes He just shivers on the floor. Mama said she was going out Last night right after tea She�ll be back they have no doubt Don�t know how drunk she�ll be. At ten, Christine is the oldest She has quickly learned to cope For her Brother and her Sister When her mother�s high on Dope. Sometimes at night she tries to sleep But she�s �wakened by her fears Into her bed her Uncle will creep Her mother ignores her tears. Front door bangs mama is home They huddle closer on the floor Deathly quiet as in a tomb Two policemen walk in the door. Their mama won�t be home today She was arrested, drunk last night The Police have come to take them away Until Mama can put things right. The children hug each other and cry They love their mama so She can do no wrong in their eyes It�s the Uncles that made her go. Christine can see from behind her tears The Policeman to them has lied. Deep in her heart she feels the fear She knows last night her mama died. Robin A Spicer � 18th July 18, 2004

Reviewed by Sandra Mushi

Reviewed on May 21, 2005

So well written. Very sad as it is the reality. This happens everywhere - in Europe, Africa, the US - its all there. The saddest thing though is that the circle continues most of the times.

Good work, Robin!

Sandie.

Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)

Reviewed on July 18, 2004

What a touching write.
The poor little ones. What kind of a life will await them now. Well, probably a better one for the eldest girl.
Thanks for sharing. And thanks for visiting my site.

Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga

Dear Robin,

What a powerful write. This really chokes me up, the horrors seen all too often.

Warm hugs
Elga

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on July 17, 2004

Jeez-Louise, Robin...You've wrenched me inside out. Compound these children by hundreds everyday and... horror. How did this all come to be... ? Very powerful piece, though the last two verses could be flowed and tightened, love. Your conscience, Robin, is your voice, caring and compassionate.

Reviewed by jude forese

this is commonplace in NY ... well penned ...