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Deep Thoughts #3: "The Three Little Kittens"

Poetry By: Tihomir
Poetry


This was brought to me by not a dream, but by a flashback. I had already known of this unfortunate happening, but it still rings loud and clear in my mind.


Submitted:Jan 4, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


"Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,

"Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens."

"What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!"

Then you shall have no pie.""

Those were the last words I read,

Before my first tragic accident with my mother.

It is such a scary memory, but it is one of my most powereful reassurances.

It tells me that I can do anything.

It all started with, of course, my abusive mother.

She was inone of hertricky moods,

Inwhich she would act kind to me,

Only so I would let my guarddown.

She led medown the stairs to the basement and exclaimed to me,

"It's time to take a shower"

After going three steps down,

She stopped for a momentand shoved medown, the rest of the way.

Itumbleddown the stairs, naked,

No way the pull myself up

and when I finally hit the ground,

She laughed at my shame. She laughed at my pain.

I stared up at my sister, with pleading eyes,

Hoping that she would help me up,

ButMother walked away with her,

And left to go out to eat.

I almost felt that my sister had betrayed me,

But what could she do against Mother.

I soon realized intense pain,

And that I was lying in a pile of blood.

I lost hope after a few minutes.

I would pass out anytime now from loss of blood.

I picked up my favorite book,

and read thesecond verse.

"The three little kittens, they found their mittens,And they began to cry,

"oh, mother dear, see here, see here, Our mittens we have found."

"What! Found your mittens, You darling kittens!

Then you shall have some pie.""

Suddenly, I heard a noise up stairs.

I thought is was my mother.

The basementdoor slowly opened,

And It was just my aunt.

Right there, my heart skipped a beat,

How did she know I was here?

Maybe she went out to eat with my mom and realized I was gone.

Either way, I was still going to die.

She came slowly down the stairs until she saw me,

Then she ran down to help me.

She picked me up slowly and carefully,

Trying not to hurt me.

But the pain was so intense.

A single movement of my body,

would trigger excruciating pain.

She was about to go upstairs, but I stopped her.

I could barely mumble,

So I pointed at the book.

She picked it up and put it in my weak hands.

I held onto it and read itthe first twoversesonelast time.

"Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,

"Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens."

"What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!"

Then you shall have no pie.""

"The three little kittens, they found their mittens,And they began to cry,

"oh, mother dear, see here, see here, Our mittens we have found."

"What! Found your mittens, You darling kittens!

Then you shall have some pie.""





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