Thursday, April 28, 2011

Monsters

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for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank prompt: Monsters

As a child,
my son dreamed
often
of monsters.
I'd hear him
calling out,
thrashing
in his bed,
terrified
of the ogres
that peopled
his dreams.

What I didn't know
was a
real, live
monster
visited
my daughter,
when she
was small.

It took
forty-one years
to learn
the true source
of her pain.

12 comments:

  1. Monsters... devastating regardless of origin.

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  2. Sherry,
    What a horrifying discovery to have made. Keeping that secret for so many years.
    And sadly, not such an uncommom occurance, anywhere.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  3. I found out about a monster when I was in my mid thirties, Sherry. It's devastating.

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  4. Sherry,
    This makes me so sad; the innocence of childhood lost! Monsters are everywhere...
    xXx

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  5. dreadful discovery ... the mix between real and imagined well written piece

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  6. Real monsters are worse than anything fiction could create.

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  7. That last stanza is heart-rending.Tugged at my heart.

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  8. OK, I finally posted a monster poem. Take a look for it!

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  9. How awful to discover this about your daughter's past. Hugs to you. Very skillfully written poem with the shock of the real at the end after lulling us with the ones you knew were not real.

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  10. Oh my god! It must have shocked you to find out after 41 years that your daughter was tormented by a monster.

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  11. oh, sherry. sigh. and dammit.

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  12. Sherry, yes. Damned monsters. They're not always under the bed, are they? The pain of this must have been awful to endure. Amy

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