having twin teenagers with autism
is and will be
the greatest challenge of my life
if i survive this
i can whip anything
there are days when it’s hard to tell
who is screaming at you
or the 18 year old asshole
their teeth come out
bile and vomit spray the walls
over being asked to pick up their dirty socks
it is then i remember there is a tall bridge
perfect for giving up
right down the road from my house
and i think of what would happen
in my horrid wake
the abusive father the only one left
to care for them
the equivalent of throwing them to the wolves
romulus and remus made flesh
death is just another luxury a single mother can’t afford
not loving them enough to stay alive…
that isn’t me
that’s what my father would do
6 replies on “romulus and remus”
You have a double dose of the usual teenage terrorism. I’m sending you many prayers for strength and humor to help combat it.
I can’t thank you enough, madame.
reading your work, & this poem is a perfect example, is like being in the ring with a prize fighter; you know the punches are coming, but you just can’t prepare yourself enough to remain standing when it’s delivered. that last line was a TKO
Stacy, you leave the most profound comments. Thank you for hanging with me, girl.
Your reward will come I’m sure. Loving your babies is natural for people with good hearts.