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It's a story about a next door neighbors two sons. They pretty much were not allowed out of the house to have a life of their own. To my knowledge they still live at home with their 80 year old parents. It's safe to say it's too late now for them to start living.

Submitted:Oct 12, 2008    Reads: 267    Comments: 9    Likes: 7   


Rocking cradle gently
Big boy standing tall
Sissified by mother
Living still at home

Choices made.
Decisions too
He couldnt make his own

Caressing Big boy gently
Mother knew it all
Girlfriends never came
Noone ever called

Mother rocked his cradled world
Mother never lied
Big Boys life came and went
He never said good bye

Mother didn't leave him
It wasn't suicide
She rocked his cradle gently
Smothering his life

Sunday, 12 October, 2008
12:13:39 PM


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