Cart Me Away

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Dead of the night, a loud cry awoke him
There I was, born, pink like a rose
With his name towed to mine
I was carted away to a cozy home

I grew up, friendly with dolls and guns
But protected in his warm embrace
Too fragile to start college on my own
I was carted away with my big bro

Blossoming into a woman I tried to rise high
Pulled down into his concerned arms
My finger caged in a ring of diamond
I was carted away to a life he owned

Years have gone and decades passed
A son supports my shaky hands and wobbly walk
My losing weight burdens him down
I am carted away to a land with no ‘he’… hopefully!

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Ishita Gupta says:

    So poignant. Loved this poem Yamini❤❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. utahan15 says:

    must be nice
    i would not know

    Like

    1. Yamini says:

      Only she knows…

      Like

  3. I always admire your work Yamini!
    Lovely poem♥️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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