Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mom's Gone

Burnt toast
permeates my teddy bear.
The divorce is final.
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  1. Author AmokSeptember 20, 2013 at 3:01 AM

    What a sad senryu, Bridget. There are children who will find comfort in this poem.

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    1. Bridget MageeSeptember 22, 2013 at 8:22 AM

      Thanks, Laura. For some reason the smell of burnt toast made me think of divorce.

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  2. Liz SteinglassSeptember 20, 2013 at 3:14 AM

    You really pack a punch in these three lines.

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    1. Bridget MageeSeptember 22, 2013 at 8:24 AM

      Thanks, Liz. I think a teddy bear smelling of burnt would pack a punch to a child in this situation. :(

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