a mother’s lament

By: Ron Nash

I bought new strings
unaware you needed shoes
if I’d only seen
the tattered soul

No time, toiling alone
endless hours
to give you things

Gothic clothes
austere music
attic windows
painted black
you called it style

We need to talk, today!

I see blacklights
glowing, Marylyn Manson, posters
on walls and you
hanging gothic
from new strings

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