Unpoem

The child in this poem has not been abused,
didn’t grow up somewhere exotic or poor. 
This child had shoes to wear and an average mix
of good days and bad. There may be a man in this poem, 
he drives the car, goes to work and plays 
with his children. He is kind to animals. The woman 
in this poem gazes out of the window while she washes 
her hands which are not the hands of the child in this poem.

Angela France