Monday, October 8, 2012

Small Feet by Juliet Bond

Age Eight


Small feet,
touch floor.

You whisper, "Wake up.  Just for a minute.  Wake up."

I move aside the coverlet, covered in animals in various shades of 1970's green.
My three-year-old sister whines.

We follow you into the room where he sits hunched in one corner of the bed.

Small feet,
climb up.

"Your dad is moving out."  You say, "choose."
For me, there is no choice.

But I worry about,
my sister.

Small feet,
crawl into your lap.

When I look back, his head hangs like a neck broken.
You are triumphant.

Smaller feet,
follow me to you.

A choice is made.
A side is taken.

You send us back to the room with the green blankets,
into the dark night.

Small feet,
Overwhelming power.

11 comments:

  1. Wow, Juliet! Such a powerful & emotion-gripping poem conveyed by the simple image of a child's feet. This is wonderful!

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    1. Thank you my love :)

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  3. Juliet,
    Thank you for being so open and sharing this. It is so powerful. The small feet left heavy impressions on my heart. Thank you for writing this.

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    1. Thanks, love. It's weird to think that I chose that year. When I went to write, I thought I'd avoided choosing the years with the harder memories but I ended up with the year my parents were divorced. The mind works and all that...

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  4. This is beautiful and so moving. I wanted to cry. How awful of those parents to force that on the children. How heartbreakingly you write about it.

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    1. I'm honored to have your feedback, Jane Ann. Thank you.

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  5. Wow! Great piece. Very moving imagery. Reminds me of the CCR song, 'Someday Never Comes.'

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    1. Thank you, Anthony. I'll have to look it up.
      Best,
      Juliet

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