The Blue-Eyed Boy's Mother

Sana Rose By Sana Rose, 19th Aug 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is a sad story written in verse. Free verse from me, which is not always. But this tale shouldn't be rhyming or read for pleasure.

The Blue-Eyed Boy's Mother

The little boy sleepily stumbled

Into the constricted room,

“Mama,” he sobbed, puzzled,

And she gathered him in her arms…

She rocked him gently to sleep

Until his blue eyes closed…

She chanted a little prayer to keep

Her little boy safe and gently

Wished him a lovely dream

That he could see,

Unlike the darkness he saw

When he was wide awake…


Placing her little boy on the bed

She hurried to her job…

She slipped into the black robe

And wrapped the black scarf

Around her beautiful hair…

She lowered the veil down her face

That she hoped would separate

Reality from the nightmare…

She stepped out to the night

As dark as her cheap robe,

Hailed a dilapidated cab

And headed to the city…


The music that the bar chose

Was not of great taste,

But the men still gathered around

The stage where she danced

Out of spite, in the blue dress

That glittered seductively,

Unlike her blue eyes that were dead…

Intoxicated by the drinks, they broke

Glasses when they applauded…

Intoxicated by her numb blue eyes

And milky, silky skin that glowed,

The ravenous men cooed…


Her feet ached and head throbbed,

The sweat-drenched chiffon clung

To her subconsciously dancing body,

Intent stares burnt blisters

On her skin and in her conscience…

Past midnight, in the early hours,

She shed down the skin of sin,

Slipped back into her black robe

And pulled down the veil once more…

Grabbing the stinking notes held out,

She disappeared into the darkness again

To get back home, to her little boy…


The little blue eyes fluttered open,

Glassy they were, staring past her…

The absence of light in them

Tore at her heart as she watched

Her little boy drink his milk…

She counted the notes that stank

And put them back in the rusting box…

She sighed and the tiny brows

Above the blue eyes rose

At the slightest sound from his mother…

“Mama, are you all right?”

The innocent lips worried…


There were many more nights

Of burning stares, stinking wine sweats,

And intent, lust-filled words…

Many more nights of aching feet,

Throbbing head, sweat-drenched chiffon

Clinging to her tiring body…

Many more blisters to form

In her conscience divided

Between honor and sinning

To buy sight from the surgeon

For her little boy’s blue eyes…

There were many more nights…

- October 13, 2010
© Sana Rose 2011


Bars, Blind, Blind People, Blindness, Blue, Blue Eyes, Dancer, Drunk, Earn, Earn Money, Honor, Lust, Sad Poetry, Sad Story, Sin, Single Parents, Surgeon, Surgery, Wine

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author avatar Sana Rose
A medical student with a love story with the pen since I was thirteen. Published poet at 22 and has completed a second collection and my first novel. Visit me at:

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author avatar Songbird B
20th Aug 2011 (#)

This is amazing work, and beautifully written, Sana Rose..A really lovely and powerful read...

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author avatar Sana Rose
20th Aug 2011 (#)

Thank you sweet songbird.. :) Love... sana

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author avatar Buzz
20th Aug 2011 (#)

Hi, Sana Rose. Beautiful share of poetry. Nice to meet you.:)

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author avatar Sana Rose
20th Aug 2011 (#)

Thanks Buzz.. :) nice to meet you too.. :)

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author avatar Marion Licchiello
20th Aug 2011 (#)

This is great it fiction or non-fiction? If it's not about you or anyone you know you really capture the reader into thinking it's you ...

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author avatar Sana Rose
20th Aug 2011 (#)

Thank you very much Mar.. :) This is fiction, but I have once heard of a video song album with similar situation when I was young. But this is a work I wrote out - I am sure it happens in many parts of the world. I like to voice out and write the sufferings of women. There's a another work I have published here - titled 'Raped by Trust...' which is happening in the world. And needs to be spread, My poetry won't eliminate these societal ills, but I can atleast be relieved I have expressed my protest.
I am lucky I have a nice family and a wonderful fiance. :) Thank you for taking time to read such a long poem, this couldn't be shortened or rhyme, in case the real feeling would be lost.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
31st Aug 2011 (#)

Wow Sana,

Your novel writing skills are visible in this narrative poem.
Wonderful craft of words and images.

I added you to my 'Wikinut poets' blog:

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author avatar Sana Rose
1st Sep 2011 (#)

Thank you so much, sir.. :)

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author avatar Humza
4th Oct 2011 (#)

Sana I came to ur profile to have a look at ur stuff as it had been a long time no see thing so thought to leave a comment, the best way to stay in touch!

I started reading it and believe u me that I did not realize that it was long otherwise probably I wouldnt have read it and the credit goes to the topic and the way u have brought a story out of it!

It was simply amazing the style yet the story was sad!
sana ur passion for voicing against such stuff is impressive and inspires me and am with u on every such move with utter pride and happiness

Bring more of ur work so that I can comment!
I just sensed the coldness in the mum's eyes, that was painful

regards to DREAM PRINCE :)

thnx for the share

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