reblogged from the site: Things I have seen. Winndixiechina.wordpress.com
Children in the Shadow of Addiction
Sunlight assaulting.
Piercing the
curtainless window with its
accusing spotlight
Screaming
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
She lets out a cry,
wounded, sheep-like,
and looks away
her pupils as large
as saucers.
Saucers
with tiny pink roses
once laid out
on the child’s table
shards now spilling
like mosaic tiles
onto the floor
all shattered but one.
She can’t remember how.
She shields her eyes,
one slight hand
trembles as she covers them
blinding her
to the sight
of the tiny angel
crumpled
like a wadded up napkin
that had been
tossed in the corner
stained but Silent.
A rain cloud
slowly usurps
the power of the angry sun
inch by inch
dulling the light
until the spotlight
goes out
as does she
on the floor
by the broken teacups
(c) Angela McClintock
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Water for Camels 
as a father
of two sons
i too am
was one
never
said i love you to me
so you see
i did at least once!
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This reminds me of the things the police I taught told me. Hard to take in and good to respond with a poem.
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It’s how I process
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yes I found poetry very cathartic in ‘coping’ with vicarious trauma!
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Wow! What an incredible poem! Thank you for sharing! Xx God bless!
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Children in the shadow of addiction
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