Poem: "Motherless"
This poem was inspired by prompts from flutterbychild and dulcinbradbury. It has been sponsored by janetmiles.
Motherless
Monsters are motherless children.
Oh, they have fathers, right enough --
The Wolfman and Dracula with their penetrating teeth,
Dr. Frankenstein with his shining implements of science --
But there are no mothers in these old stories.
No warm milk. No lullabies. No night-light.
No one’s hand to hold when it hurts.
No one to come with a flannel blanket
When the nightmares wake,
Because these nightmares are for real.
No memories -- none at all -- of being loved.
Is it any wonder, then, that we call them monsters,
When they do not share the common ground
That makes us human?
Motherless
Monsters are motherless children.
Oh, they have fathers, right enough --
The Wolfman and Dracula with their penetrating teeth,
Dr. Frankenstein with his shining implements of science --
But there are no mothers in these old stories.
No warm milk. No lullabies. No night-light.
No one’s hand to hold when it hurts.
No one to come with a flannel blanket
When the nightmares wake,
Because these nightmares are for real.
No memories -- none at all -- of being loved.
Is it any wonder, then, that we call them monsters,
When they do not share the common ground
That makes us human?