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The Crazy Bitch Next Door would stand behind the curtain lace,
but rarely did she venture out or ever show her face.
My mother warned me, Stay Away! but sometimes I would wait
sheltered on her porch from rain when mama got home late.
The Crazy Bitch Next Door would bake and set her cookies out
to cool, and leave them there all afternoon when school was out.
My mother warned me, Poisonous! but sometimes I would taste
and end up eating half of them, in case they went to waste.
The Crazy Bitch Next Door is dangerous! my mother warned,
She's just like Gretel's wicked witch, and she will do you harm!
But there was no brown gingerbread, no icing on her roof,
and I suspected different, although I stayed aloof.
No children came or went, but sometimes I would find a doll
sitting on the steps, abandoned, and I'd bring it home.
A little ball, a picture book... things I would dare not show
for fear I'd have to put them back, so mother didn't know.
The older I got, fewer things appeared upon her porch,
but coats and shoes appeared on ours when I would need them most.
And though we took no charity, Anonymous was fine...
If guardian angels existed, then Crazy Bitch was mine.
A lifetime now since then, it seems, and Mother is no more.
That porch is miles away now, and my "treasures" come from stores.
But when I think of who to thank for getting me this far,
I wish I could send Crazy Bitch Next Door a Hallmark card.
| Totally reminds me of "To Kill a MockingBird" - Scout and Jem finding Boo's treasures in the tree hollow.||| Posted on 2011-05-08 00:00:00 | by NOI01 | [ Reply to This ] || I really like this piece. I usually don't care much for rhyming poems, but it works so well here. I think we all have known a "crazy [censored] next door" and as we grow up, she becomes less intimidating and more interesting......|
made me remember the "crazy [censored]" from my childhood....the lady down the street who didn't have her own children and tried to befriend all the kids in the neighborhood...all of our mothers looked askance at her...wondering if she had ulterior motives for offering us after school snacks and candy......after all was said and done, i think she was just a lonely old lady.....
a really well-done piece, runes....
|| Posted on 2011-05-08 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] || wow, powerful stuff, Runes.|
reminds me of my second mom....always there for me...always able to talk with her when i needed to because my parents were always gone...always busy with work, golf, bridge etc....and often i think there was a jealousy my mom had for Betty....because i felt so close to Betty..
i feel the same thing in this piece...some jealousy...be careful of her niceness...maybe just distrust ...but yes, Hallmark...i often send cards to Betty...from "your other son"---she likes that..
i like this...
you tell a really good story within a nice rhythm and rhyme scheme...very cleverly put together.
|| Posted on 2011-05-08 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |