Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mom's Gone

Burnt toast
permeates my teddy bear.
The divorce is final.

4 comments:

Author Amok said...

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

Liz Steinglass said...

You really pack a punch in these three lines.

Bridget Magee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

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