Life in the Shadow of Dogs, Part One, Childhood

Utah Jay By Utah Jay, 5th Oct 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/s-1bgqs1/
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I was born at 4 A.M. on January 28th, in the L D S Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was an only child with 12 brothers and sisters, all of whom were half brothers and sisters who I had never met at the time.

THE FAITH OF PLUMS





THE FAITH OF PLUMS

I remember quite clearly the day of my birth,
listening to father
as he drove mother to hospital
(ready to pop at any minute)
wondering out loud
just what they would do
with this little pup of theirs.
Quite a handful I agree,
at his age of fifty-three.
Then came mother’s stroke
driving father even steeper up the ledge
of a more slippery slope
than age and love alone can tame.

And Another Brown-eyed Girl



By the time I showed up
the oldest sister had to be corralled into the suckling,
when mother had no strength,
and another brown-eyed girl
charmed into the changing
when the mess was just too much for the old man,
which left one green eyed winch
for the torture of the little toad.

With Rope and Twine



Sometimes I still
remember the nightmares
when I was five,
when she bound me tightly down
with rope and twine
to the top of the coal hopper
which feed the fire breathing monster
who hid just inside our furnace door.
Always leaving it purposely cracked
so I could see the old red devil himself
waiting inside
as I cried hours on end for her return,
always moments before the old folks came
and the beatings,
so I would know what happens
to little toads
who talk.

With Just One Taste



Oh, but then
there were those brightened days
when the sun shone so brightly
upon the world around me
as to melt such fear and pain away
with just one taste
of Mr. Pipers purple plums,
and with each juicy bite
the black and white
of those awful days
ran down my checks and chin
in such a way
that brought smiles to life.
Big smiles that become
etched forever within a young mind.
And though these days were rare indeed
they were enough
to make me believe
and sometimes, my friends…Sometimes,
believing is enough.

Summer of 1955
I was 5 years old

uTAH jAY

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Child Abuse, Child Care, Child Safety, Childhood, Childhood Memories

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Retired
5th Oct 2014 (#)

Nice. Thanks for sharing.

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author avatar Utah Jay
5th Oct 2014 (#)

Thank you rama, you are very kind.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
14th Oct 2014 (#)

Bravo Utah for the awesome work or I can masterpiece of a poem!

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author avatar Utah Jay
14th Oct 2014 (#)

Thanks rama.

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author avatar Utah Jay
14th Oct 2014 (#)

I am so happy you liked it Fern.

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