Measurement in Spiders


Last week
you froze mid hall
screamed, cried
and shook, till
broom in hand,
you heard the book
slam hard against
the ground.

Last night, you
peered up, paused
and pointed to
the ceiling,
that’s the one
you killed last
week, right?

Right, I said,
praying to every
God I’ve ever
read about,
Do not let that
spider move,
not a leg, or arm
not a sneeze
or yawn….

Ok you said,
and went about
your business,
and for a moment,
brief as it was,
I felt my lungs

Karen Hayward ©2018
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It’s because they weren’t spanked. 

Poetic rant. 

It’s because kids are no longer spanked, lack of discipline, education, poverty Kids having bloody kids. It’s lack of respect, additives, bad diet, stale air, fluoride, inpesticides and the latest fashion trend. Lack of veg, a stern role, divorce rates and single moms. It’s easy money and light work, generation x and bad teaching. It’s the mother’s fault the father’s debt, duties voice so fucking set….
Or maybe the reason our kids disrespect, is that all around them, everyday they see adults breaking rules…Suggesting it’s okay. From crossing the road when the man is red to the rudeness that should never be said. It’s the thank you’s missed and the doors slammed shut. Maybe less, one rule you and another for me and screams of abuse out there on the street. It’s the fucks and the cunts they hear being said, from the old guy sitting at the bus shelter shed. The shop keepers turning up their  snobbish head at the food in the asked for kids to be fed.  
So easy we judge but never we look, parenting is not found in an old dusty book. Takes you and takes me when out on the street, to show our dear children to act like a treat. They follow and learn, watch and they earn…So before opening your mouth, before speaking a word, ask yourself first…Are your own morals blurred. Are you perfect and pure or just keeping score. Did you wait and then cross or did you ignore the cost? Did you moan and groan whilst waiting in line, believing you are the only one worthy of time. Did you stamp and strop, kick and fucking hop, expecting your right and willing to fight….

Is it really the mother, the father sister and brother, or is ignorance an illness you fucking suffer.