Poema sobre una mujer liberada.
She rocks back and forth in her rocking
chair
humming an old lullaby and knitting
mittens
for the children down the street
Across the room sitting at the card table
is the skeleton of her husband Frank
and the bones of their dog at his feet
Frank’s skeleton has a pipe in his mouth
and is reading a forty year old newspaper
The dog’s just dead
Mildred hated them both
One day she went insane
and just stopped feeding themShe rocks back and forth in her rocking
chair
humming an old lullaby and knitting
mittens
for the children down the street
Across the room sitting at the card table
is the skeleton of her husband Frank
and the bones of their dog at his feet
Frank’s skeleton has a pipe in his mouth
and is reading a forty year old newspaper
The dog’s just dead
Mildred hated them both
One day she went insane
and just stopped feeding them
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