She's My Babushka
Don't Forget
The old lady paced about and looked at the clock
Two am and she couldn't sleep, so she rocked.
She thought of her Babushka, the doll she had carried
Then she thought of the creep, the monster she had married.
He had beaten and strangled that sweet daughter of hers
He had done it brutally with bare hands, it had not been terse.
The tired mama took the patchwork quilt, handmade long ago
And covered her baby girl, to the next world in it, she'd go.
But she decided to bring the monster a gift, a nice ticket to leave
to a place where dandelions did grow on this dark summer's eve.
He didn't expect the old withered hands to pull out the gun
But three bullet holes later he saw a mother, and assuredly, no nun.
(Moral of the story: Don't mess with old ladies who love their daughters)
Poem done for Poppy's January Edition
About the Creator
Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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Comments (27)
Great moral!
A mother would do anything to protect her daughter
Oh yeah!! Bang bang/
Wonderful
I like your story !
Wonderful read! Love it.
An exploration of all the women we carry inside us. This is viscerally powerful
Congrats on your top story! This was a wonderful read with great lines. "But she decided to bring the monster a gift, a nice ticket to leave to a place where dandelions did grow on this dark summer's eve. He didn't expect the old withered hands to pull out the gun" She got him! Never cross a older lady protecting her daughter.
Sorry I missed this Shirley, been a busy few weeks! Congrats on top story! Love the narrative and twist of this-Fabulous! 🤍
Potent and visceral imagery. I loved the line ‘Then she thought of the creep, the monster she married.’ You cannot call this fiction given the current state of violence against women in and out of the home. Cudo’s!
Exactly!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️ Congratulations on Top Story!!!
Congrats on TS, Shirley!!! I love the poem. Bravo for old ladies!!!
Beautiful story Shirley. Kudos on TS.
So great that this poem got Top Story... well done. Love the rhyme while telling a story with a twist!
A very respectful moral indeed! Congrats on your Top Story!
Wooo girl! I loved everything about this. Congrats on the top story!
Powerful, I saw the woman and why she did it.
Potent. Please keep writing and reading. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Great going! Keep up the fantastic effort—congratulations!
great story! so inspiring
Shirley, this was a surprise and like your male character, nearly blew me away!
Damn this is dark but so well written. So much said, every word was utilised so well. Thanks for taking part!
Well now, Shirley! This was impressive to say the least! Loved the flow and the deserved end to the horrible monster of a so-called man. Great entry and loved that you used all five words!
Very creative and powerful Shirley Belk. Well done!
Wowwww you used all five prompts in your poem! So well done. Loved this so much!