Thirty Days of Poetry Challenge(Day Eight(2012))

Remember Lynn?
Lost soul looking for hugs?
Dropped bottles of fresh juice
Atoms unleashed and unobserved
But you stood there
You stood there looking for a hug.
Where they said show no love to unguided
You demand attention out the box, no slices.
And regardless of bleeding verbs seeking to return the hurt
my aims and our unspoken pain
while we shared a womb
we also shared the burden of reading that story until tombs.
while selfish and unfaithful fathers feed their daughters
Let my face replace the symbol of faith
and hopefully when we enter the next space
we’ll have something more familial to say.