Jimmy Clearence

Little Jimmy Clearence
All he wants is parents
I am so alone
“Can I have an Ice Cream Cone?”
“No little Jimmy, you can’t”
says Gertruda, his aunt
I am so alone
Will he ever find his home?
“I want my mom!”
“I am your mom.”
“No you’re not!”
His father steps in
“Jimmy, respect your mother.”
The boy’s face turns red
How could he call her his mother?
I have no one
Jimmy storms into his bedroom
and slams the door
His mother sheds a silent tear
“Why doesn’t he remember me?”
“The crash…he had head trauma…
I’m sorry, dear. I love you.”
They embrace.


**an old scrap-paper poem I found, written by my husband

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