Grace Paley poem for rainy Sunday evening
“The Sad Children’s Song”
by Grace Paley
This house is a wreck said the children
when they came home with their children
Your papers are all over the place
The chairs are covered with books
and look brown leaves are piled on the floor
under the wandering Jews
Your face is a wreck said the children
when they came home with their children
There are lines all over your face
your neck’s like a curious turtle’s
Why did you let yourself go?
Where are you going without us?
This world is a wreck said the children
When they came home with their children
There are bombs all over the place
There’s no water The fields are all poisoned
Why did you leave things like this?
Where can we go said the children
What can we say to our children?
Posted by WackyMommy in Writing |
Comments (2)
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i must add, WordPress won’t let me add the breaks correctly. There should be long spaces between:
look (space) brown leaves
and
no water (space) the fields
plz adjust your poetry reading accordingly.
— wm
September 18th, 2011 | #
“Kids say the darndest things.” (Art Linkletter0
September 18th, 2011 | #